Mike the vet told me I should get a cat, if for no other reason than it would be better for me to have something else moving around the apartment. I wanted a calico, and as luck would have it, John told me of his friends who were taking care of a calico cat named Carmen. Except that Carmen turned out to be a tortoise-shell, but for one paw that looked sort of calico, and so I focussed on that. Oh, and also it turned out her name was really
Karma, although Carmen, unfortunately, ended up being the better fit.
She chewed your roses and ran off with a toreador?
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