Now I know why I like cats.
I act like that.
They like their independence, so do I.
They like routine so do I.
Don't like change neither do I.
Stressed out if to much commotion.. me too
I must of been a cat my life before,
when I come back again, I want to be a cat again
with an owner like me.
I think it'll be cool

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