I didn't have a cat till I was 26 years old. I've owned a dog since I was a child. cooker, irish setter, and so forth. My mother was terrified of cats, so we never considered adopting one. We got a tabby a year ago, and I think the thing that will bother me the most in this life is if something bad happens to it. When something occurs to the cat, my mother, who is scared of it, will most likely fall on the beds or whatever. When my mother gets home from work, she welcomes them at the window and opens the door for them. He comes over and rubs his head every time we sit at the table, exhibits love like crazy, and doesn't seem to notice who we are. Although the cat is overstated in the lexicon, it is a massive animal. And, what's more amusing, he actually comprehends what's being said. When we say we're going to bed, we actually go to bed and lie down; when we say let's go to the balcony, he actually goes to the balcony door. Indeed, his interpersonal communication is exceptional. How can you not adore an animal who comes running from the other side of the house every time I open the fridge to buy ice cream, hears that I'm sleeping on the buffet while eating cornflakes, and runs right next to me? How can you not adore an animal who comes running from the other side of the house every time I open the fridge to buy ice cream, hears that I'm sleeping on the buffet while eating cornflakes, and runs right up to me with drowsy eyes?

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