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The story of a nature's mistake

The mistake begins!

Well, my staff always say that I am a mistake of the nature. That Darwin must have been wrong when he spoke about the survival of the fittest. How could a ignoble creature like me survive?
Don't let my picture fool you, I am the black sheep of the family. But in the house - I am the boss. If I want to get spoiled, I'll nag to them until they caress me. And then I stuck my nails to their cloths and they can't remove me!

Today the boy ate tuna in the dinner. At first he didn't want to share it with me. I jumped on the table. After he gave up his attempts to remove me, I got my share. Fortunately, the chemical weaopn, something they call perfume that forced me off the table has fallen and broke a few weeks ago. Now I have a much more comfortable access to the dinner table meoooow