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How I became a cat person

Disclaimer: No pets die in this column (but they sometimes smell like they did).

As I write, I’m trying to relax in my recliner on a cold winter’s day next to a roaring fire, yet my feet are freezing because a large, semi-elderly cat named “Missy” AKA “The Loaf” is lounging on the fireplace hearth directly in front of the firebox and hogging all of the heat. “How did I reach this state?” you might...


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