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Do you ever feel like your book has that spark, that thing about it, that makes it the greatest story ever? Is your beloved story underappreciated and looked over? If so, you've come to the right place! The Duck Award...
I didn't plan on doing this, but I might as well post a picture of my precious cat.
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I love talking about her, so you guys are going to have to deal with it.
My dad and I were in the woods on Thanksgiving morning, and we had stopped on a gravel road to chat with one of his buddies. I hear this god-awful screeching sound coming from underneath the truck, so I get out and look under it and lo and behold, a cat. She was no more than six weeks when we found her and she was all alone. We took her home with us, and the whole ride back she either sat on mine or my dad's shoulders. Our lab was in the backseat, and she wasn't scared of her in the least.
We get home and Mom asked us how it went, and I just pulled out the cat and she about had a heart attack. We had two cats already, but they adapted relatively well to her. We had a bunch of guests over, and they thought she was adorable. After Thanksgiving lunch, I went around to our neighbors asking if she was theirs. We didn't believe that she came from the woods; we were thinking that she had crawled into the truck before we left the house.
No one claimed her, so we decided to keep her. My dad does not like cats, but he has a sweet spot for her and always pets her. She's the bossiest and laziest cat I've ever met. She'll be sprawled out on the back of the couch, make eye contact with you, and then start screaming for attention. She sleeps in my room at night, and I'll wake up at random hours with her biting my face and sitting on my shoulder. She's a little jerk, but I love her.
