We picked up Ali from the RSPCA a little while after Pusskana died, around eleven years ago. She was already four years old and had been through who knows what before getting to the shelter. Perhaps her previous owner, who was apparently a little old lady, had died and left her orphaned. Or perhaps she was already shedding everywhere and shitting on the floor, so her previous owner gave her the boot. Lord knows I've wanted to at various stages. She is a highly strung and demanding little thing. Just when my steely heart towards her softens I step barefooted in some fresh, moist cat vomit that once again has me cursing her. I've only ever had pets that I adored before, so she is a new experience for me. Sometimes she brings out my cruel side, which is never good for either of us. Sometimes we get along well. We coexist in the same space. I wish I liked her more.
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