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Black Panthers

As far back as our mind can stretch, we never recall ourselves being "cat people”.
Pet-wise, we traditionally leaned towards owning a dog; still, the urban environment acted as a permanent firewall against taking the responsibility to have one.

Until we moved in a new apartment and threw the windows wide in the morning.

A minute of carelessness was enough for a pitch-black stray cat to jump right in and, with a thousand-monkey audacity, relieve herself on a corner of the newly decorated bedroom.
Despite our initial urge she kept coming back day after day, constantly demanding to be allowed inside. The house interior remained a standing fortress for her destructive nails and teeth, but somewhere along the way, the freaking creature managed to win our sympathy.

And so we’re friends. And we feed her and she purrs and does every stupid thing in the book to entertain us when we return home wasted at the end of the day.
And people don’t really believe us when we claim she’s the best looking cat on the planet. But she knows better.-
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