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Originally Posted by djchameleon
Also poor lady didn't have any pets growing up. So sad.
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I had a cat. He was my baby, my love, my pride and joy. Mostly because he made cute noises once in a while, pooped in a box, didn't destroy stuff, and only did cute things. (And if he did things that weren't cute, like vomiting, it was contained, easy to clean, no Exorcist type of s
hit) He was only 12 when he passed. I think of him almost every day.
I'll always prefer animals to humans.
I had a customer the other day whose daughter was throwing a fit in the fitting room because her mom wouldn't let her buy high-heeled shoes (she was 11-12, maybe) and her mom walked away and quietly said "Lord, why do I have a child like this?"
It took everything within me not to laugh.