The Worst Best Cat in the World

When it came to coming up with something that I could kick off this week of positivity with, there was one thing that sprang to mind: cats.

Now, there are many, many stories I could tell you about the many, many cats I’ve known and loved. I could tell you about Sweep, the tiny, smelly ball of fluff I got for my seventh birthday, a phenomenal dumbass who would get lost and cry pathetically walking from room to room. I could tell you about the fearsome and misnamed Kitty, a maniacal lady-cat who forced our Dalmatian to babysit her kittens when she was out hunting for big game. I could tell you about my current cat, Scoop, who hid down the chimney for the first ten days I had her and only emerged to have surprise kittens.

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