A new 'rat' appeared. My old rat turned into ragged fake fur and a pile of white stuffing fluff. The new one looks suspiciously like a slice off the leg of someone’s jeans, sewn up with stuffing inside, but it smells and tastes like my ‘weed’ and makes an exceedingly good punch bag so I vent my frustrations on it from time to time. It’s just the right size to hug with my arms (yes, cats have arms) and beat soundly with my back feet.
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