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The Life of a Cat
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Complete, First published Nov 20, 2014
[Humour / Adventure] 

This is the story of a cat. A simple cat. Only a cat that's not important and that no one looks at twice. A cat that is intelligent and that wants some recognition. A cat that tells his perspective on human lives. 
A cat that only ever wanted some attention. A cat that was jealous of human beings.

He lost everything. His family. His home. Even his girlfriend.

That's me, The Cat. I don't understand anything about humans. They took everything away from me. And if you share this perspective, go on with reading. If you don't, you can just directly leave. 

Cats too are worth looking at. Cats too are sensitive. Cats have a life too.
That's what this story is supposed to tell you. So if you didn't understand, just go away.

[Cover by the amazing @Thestorycastle] 
[Completed & Editing - no major plot elements should be changed]
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