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My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.

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Kim Harrison
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: January 1
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Midwest
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Squeezing
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