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No offense to those fond of cats, to each his own - but I only ever loved one cat. Samson, a stray Manx, jet black except for the scars, with a big block head seemingly the size and weight of a cannonball. He never purred, he clearly enunciated the human word "meow" in a basso profundo, and rarely at that. His principle mode of communication was to head-butt, leaving bruises. He was like a panther. Not for him any anthropomorphic human affection. He wished to be fed. He wished to fight neighborhood dogs. He wished a spot to recuperate from his weeks-long absences. That was all.
One day he left never to return. I like to think he was killed in a knife fight with fifteen Pit Bulls, because that is what it would take.
There never has been and never will be another cat like him, so I own dogs.
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