Chapter 2: comfort

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When I'm in a bad mood, I will normally rely on my cats. I always have a feeling that they actually understand me. That sentence may seem mildly concerning, and I can understand why. But I just simply have a liking for cats that some people may not understand. Like I've said before, I've grown up with cats they've become a comfort pet to me.

I've grown with cats, in my life so far I've had somewhat around 13 cats. A couple female and a couple male. I'm not one of those cat people though where they dislike a certain gender of cats. Its the same with the myth "black cats are bad luck!" I've had a black cat before, he grew pretty big. I can still remember him as a kitten, accidentally got some wet cat food on his face, it was adorable. Unfortunately some things happened and we had to give him away, but we are still in touch with his new owners.

But back to the main point, if I ever had anything wrong with me to the point where I'd need an animal to help with my safety. I would try to get a cat for the job.

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