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This was going to be a random cat at first but I realised that it has turned out to look like my old cat. Her name was Puss in Socks. She was a fierce, nasty little thing, always scratching and biting everyone in the family, but she liked me most. We found her in the hay barn when she was a little kitten and we took her in. She used to run off and disappear for a few days but she would always come back. But then one day she didn't come back. She must have been 3-4 years old by then. Well, we didn't make much of an effort to look for her because she always came back. And she did come back. Scratched, blood-covered, limping and mangled, Socks turned up at the front door. She had to get put down. One of her ribs were broken and puncturing her lung and she couldn't breathe. She must have gotten attacked by one of the neighbours dogs or a fox or something.
Well, there you go Socks. You get a whole picture dedicated to you. You nasty little thing <3

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Awww, what a shame.