On February 6 at 4:30 p.m., I was taking Nina out for her afternoon walk. That's right, I walk the cat. She's really just an alley cat in an expensive fur suit, and thinks that being outside to hunt and explore is something she's entitled to. I've lost a couple cats to predators and neighbor's dogs, so my cats are indoor cats. Losing my favorite cat, Boyfriend in 2002 changed my way of thinking.
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