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We had a cat a her kittens. The cat, instead of brining us birds or rodents that most cats would hunt, she'd bring socks and rice krispy treat wrapers. The kittens were mean little creatures, hissing and clawing at your shoes before running off. They are actual stray cats that my roommate fed one day, and the cats have been coming to our door store ever since.
Last Monday, they were sent to a shelter, so now we're left with two finches in a cage. That act up when ever I fry chicken on the store. I wonder why...
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"I don't know that I ever wanted greatness, on its own. It seems rather like wanting to be an engineer, rather than wanting to design something - or wanting to be a writer, rather than wanting to write. It should be a by-product, not a thing in itself. Otherwise, it's just an ego trip."
Roger Zelazny
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