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Anonymous
A friend of mine had a Maine Coon kitten who had a box that he loved to sit under. From under his box, he could stealthily attack anything that walked by.
Being a Maine Coon kitten and all, he was doubling in size every two weeks.
I remember the day when he woke up, went under his box, and found that it was too small and no longer covered him completely. It was horribly sad. He moped in the corner the rest of the day.
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