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"A home without a cat -- and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat -- may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?" -- from Pudd'nhead Wilson (1893) by Mark Twain (b. 1835-11-30, d. 1910-04-21)
Wow, has it been ten years already? Yeah, it has.
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So, do we get a new picture for the anniversary? :-) (I don't know if your original post didn't have a picture, or if the picture didn't survive migration from LJ.)
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My original post ten years ago probably didn't have a photo -- I know I was mostly still shooting film then because I remmber looking at the prints a week or two later, but I don't remember whether I was still entirely film-only then. (Trying to remember which year you gave me my first digital P&S ... I think that was about three years later, right?) So I think I took some pictures the day after she showed up, or maybe the day after that, but I wouldn't have had them in hand to scan and post until a while later.
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Hmm, I don't remember when I gave you that camera. It was a while ago, for sure. I'm glad you got some use out of it and that you've since moved on to something better (that doesn't have to be held together with a rubber band, I hope).
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She arched her way right into your heart! Wonderful! :-D
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That, and the way she would follow me around from room to room if she was awake, for the first year or so. (If I left the room while she was asleep, she'd come find me when she woke up.)
She still nags me to go to bed sometimes, though not as often as she used to.