It's amazing to me that some people really despise cats. My cat, Abbey, means sooo much to me and i honestly don't know what I'll do when she's gone. I've had her for about 11 years now. I can still remember how we got her and Sammy the first. My dad's friend Rob knocked on our door at our condo in Livermore. Kim and I were about 5 or 6 years old, so of course when we answered the door only to find two adorable kittens, we were ecstatic. He left the two fluffy kittens on our porch, then left as quick as he could. We had no choice but to take them in, it was that or the shelter. It was a good choice in the end. I used to be mean to them, like the time I fed Sammy a listerine strip. He didn't like that very much. Sammy ended up getting cancer and other diseases that forced us to put him to sleep in 2001. I miss him to this day, but at least I still have Abbey. I could just feel a connection when she looks in my eyes, it's like she's saying she loves me and appreciates every pet of love I give her.
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