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You sure know how to make a girl run for the tissue box luciferase75.
I have had many pets through my childhood until now. Some that I chose, some that chose me. Here are a couple that ended up at my doorstep.
When I was in grade school my Dad came home one night with a pet cat, he named it Tigger. He had seen it on occasion outside of a liquor store he frequented. One day he asked the owner if it belonged to him or anyone he knew, the owner didn't believe that he did so my Dad took him home. He was a feisty cat but we had a lot of fun. Tigger had taken over a doll crib that I had, eventually he had outgrown it. My Father tried to remedy the situation by building him a new one. The cat decided he preferred being in the smaller one, oh well. Eventually he grew sick, it was discovered he had feline leukemia.
Once I had a squirrel in the neighborhood that did not seem so easily scared off. I bought a bag of peanuts and coaxed it so far as to take one from my hand. I thought that was all pretty cool until one day I was exiting my house with child in arm and had no nuts on hand. He was pretty insistent that I must had a nut and began to make his way up my leg. That was the end of that, or I thought. I started to have troubles with my car's fan. No matter if I had the fan on high, nothing would blow out. Eventually I got that all dismantled only to find it was packed full of peanut shells. Last time I ever befriend a squirrel..
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