kitty

What I’ve been missing all my life: a kitty

It was the summer of 1997. I visited my grandparents’ house in the quaint port town of Dover, England. On this particular evening, my sister and I had just come back from a long day of frolicking around the village and playing in the countryside. We looked through the kitchen window overlooking the backyard and saw a neighbour’s cat scamper by. Now, I don’t recall how the exact conversation between three-year-old me and my seven-year-old sister went, but I know that within the hour, it was decided between the two of us that my new identity was a little black…

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