It's been a week now; there are still more cats.
Once upon a time we had no cats. None, zip, zero. It was a glorious time. Then one day my wife came to me wanting a kitten. I was initially opposed to this idea but it was clear how important it was to her, so I agreed. She brought home two. Two. One of them was Chloe.
Chloe is a thin and frail cat, which I theorize is the result of some genetic condition which has also left her with an inability to maintain proper core body temperature. As a result, she's been forced to adapt to a parasitic lifestyle, sapping heat from the laps of humans in order to stay alive.
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