She is feral. You will never see her. She only likes me.
Today I was sitting in the chair in one room, and I heard her start crying in the other room, as she sometimes does. All I had to do was lean forward, look out the doorway and say her name. She looked over, brightened like the sun as if she hadn't seen me in weeks, and tail up dashed over to jump into my lap.
Oh, that look she gave me. She is my Valentine.
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