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This is my cat, Turtle. Turtle came to me in August of 1995 as a tiny
kitten. It seems that a cat belonging to one of the cafeteria workers
had kittens while she was still only a kitten herself. She brought the
box of kittens in to work and Mareva Paré brought the box around
and tried to give away the kittens. They were still tiny, and full of fleas. I chose Turtle because of her pretty tortoise-shell coat. (Get it, tortoise-shell, turtle? Oh, nevermind.) I started her out on milk replacer and then taught her to eat solid food. She had trouble at first-- she wanted to suckle her kibbles-- but she soon adjusted.
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She's quite handsome now, though I am the first to admit
that she is not the brightest of cats. In fact, she's rather dim.
She once got her paw stuck under the fridge while trying to retrieve a milk
jug ring. She wailed like a dying cow until we freed her. She is also famous
for escaping unnoticed one day and crying like a lost child until we found
her and let her back in. She does not think much of the Great Outdoors. Turtle is living with my Nana for the time being.
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