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I became smitten with a cat named Bob after reading A Street Cat Named Bob and its sequel, The World According to Bob, about a recovering drug addict in London, James Bowen, who befriends a street cat (Bob) and how it changed his life: Bowen kicked the drugs, became serious about bettering his life and gained a sense of responsibility all because he had something to take care of, something to live for, something to love.
I was four when my first cat died. “She died of cat fever,” my mom told me. For years I pictured Tinkerbell, her body writhing and aching in pain under the grasp of a sweltering fever, wondering if the same could happen to me.
My friend was followed out of a restaurant by a man in a blouse.
He accused her of stealing a glass, one of those souvenir glasses that restaurants charge $15 for but which probably cost 15 cents wholesale. |
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