Nine Lives

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In my fifth life I am worshipped.

My owners take care of me and pamper me. I only eat the finest of foods, only drink the cleanest of water, only sleep on the softest of blankets.

They brush my coat every day, my fluffy white fur looking like clouds hovering over my body. It is soft to the touch and silky smooth.

I am taught to sit pretty and pose on a podium and I bring home countless ribbons.

I pass of old age.