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I understand him but he doesn't get me.

some cats won

When my family came to take me home I was really sick. There were so many cats around and my home and we were all getting sick. I loved my brothers and sisters there, we played all day and since we lived in the kitchen, we could play with scattering feet all day. When the girl first came I was too little to go home with her, and none of the other kitties were as cool as me. So she waited until I grew up enough. I came home and in a few weeks I met the other big, black kitty. He hated me and wanted me away from his family and bit me and scratched me and watched me bleed until someone heard us fighting. Well, he did it again last night. Now I’m six months old now and he’s a very big cat so I don’t think he’ll ever like me.

The girls say it’s because it’s Mateo (the big black cat’s) nature. He was raised on the streets and they rescued him from a pound where he was trapped behind a cage. No one wanted him, he was too old. So the girl got him, but he could never act like a kitty. He lived to be outside and didn’t much like being with people unless they’re giving him something.

So the girls are confused with what to do. She doesn’t want to give me up, because I am magic, she says. But Mateo doesn’t deserve staying outside like he always has to, now..

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