Was when I was around twelve or thirteen. We'd lost our family pet, a beloved elderly dachshund named Susie, a few months before, and I was begging our parents for a new puppy. But my mother put her foot down - she and Dad had had Susie since before I was born, so her loss hit them hard too.
But on Christmas Eve, my grandmother showed up with this tiny bundle of orange fur in her arms. Her cat had had kittens awhile ago, and she'd brought me one of them. I'd always been a dog person up till then, but my sweet girl Dusty converted me. I've been a cat lover ever since.
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