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Originally Posted by Taylor514ce
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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you know what, i'm pretty sure that was the same cat we used to call "prometheus". we were convinced he was our cat, but little by little we slowly discovered that everyone else in the neighborhood was also operating under the impression he was their cat, and fed him every few days (or whenever he deigned to show up). you should have heard some of the silly names they gave him. it would not surprise me at all to discover that he ranged as far as texas, or canada, or japan, or wherever it was you knew him.