Cat Slave

She never asked for anything; it was against her personality. When somebody compelled her to accept a gift, she promptly delivered a return gift of gratitude. It was only the little ball of fur and naughtiness whom she asked for anything at all. “Let me hug you, kitty,” she’d plead. But cats played hard to get.

 

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