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Two weeks ago, a 21-year-old hooman met a six-month-old heart-stealer at the shelter: friendly, road-rescued, dog-bite survivor, and in need of a furever home. Paperwork? Pawfect. Vax, spay, chip? Check. Once cleared, the kitten sashayed into her new home like she'd always paid the rent.
But then came a whiskery plot twist. An unknown caller found the pawrent and claims she's the owner and wants the kitten back. Cash on the table, photos in the DMs, origin story included. The tale features a move, a landlord "maybe," outdoor wanderings, and one very missing cat who later turned up at the shelter healing from a dog bite. The new pawrent, now officially listed and chipped, replied with a firm pawlite no. This kitty is spoken fur.
Today the whiskers point forward. Paperwork is signed, the microchip is registered, and a calm routine is taking root. No return label, no takebacks. Just a purrmanent home, a warm lap, and nine lives scheduled for love and snacksinstead of street drama.
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