Bruno, that's his name. Though he's been called many names: a stray cat, an alley cat, a street cat and the weirdly happy cat. Yet he smiled, and he continued on his way, not minding that at times humans may mistreat him out of pettiness or that the other strays found him an utter oddity.
Bruno refers to himself as cheerful, not that he was wrong at all as his life was full of persistent happiness.
And for a cat that has nothing, he was a happy cat. And for a cat who was alone, he was a happy cat. And for a cat without a home, he was a happy cat.
How ridiculous, how does that make sense?
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A Tale of A Stray Cat and A Pampered Dog
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