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When I was a little tot, my mother had a pair of orange cats. One was 'ugly' (I don't think it was really ugly, but I imagine it had some sort of deformity I can't fully recall) and the other was cute. Now, as a dumb toddler barely past the age of two or three, I liked to pull on these nekos' tails like I was pulling a rope. Sometimes it was full-on tugging, other times I was just stroking it softly. Yes, I realize the dirty innuendo that creates... (;゚∀゚)

Anyway, the cute kitty had enough of my shit and gave me a deep scratch on the chin. That scar didn't fully heal up until I hit third grade. I don't blame her. I needed to learn my lesson somehow. The ugly cat was totally ok with it, though. She let me do whatever the hell I damn well pleased with her, and didn't bat an eye. Such a sweet cat. I miss that cat. ( ´,_ゝ`)
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