This is copied and pasted directly from an e-mail this morning.
"well, you see. my family was never really a pet family. it must be a foreign thing. I had a dog for about a year - but we had to give him away because he was bad and we didn't know how to take care of him. That was pretty traumatizing. Then Bubba, yes, he ran away. Well he was an outdoor cat and refused to come home during a tornado in 2001. Also pretty traumatizing. I just picture him flying through the air like Dorothy's dream in the Wizard of Oz, you know.. dana dana danana with the witch on her bike, yikes. But it was like fate when Boonji, the stray, showed up at our doorstep. We brought him to da vet and errrrrrthang and he is all good! He's still an outdoor cat, but he comes home for some eats and sleeping. Too bad he don't love me - he's a meanie kitty. sometimes i think he thinks he's a lion or a tiger or something."
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