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Anonymous
my dad had this huge british blue, i cant remember its name because it died before i was born, he found it close to death lying half under a heather bush on one of his cliff walks, miles from anywhere and noone claimed it, so he kept it. it once ate a whole christmas goose out of spite to his neighbour. it got knocked up and died giving birth to 9 kittens, we kept one and gave the rest away. the one we kept was a british cream which we named custard, who then died of cancer 9years later. wonderful cats, i wish i could have another one.
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