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At 12 AM, though, I heard more sounds outside, “MEOW.” I was reminded of the last grey kitten, and how it meowed constantly. I went back outside, expecting to see that one had managed to escape and get back here, but instead it was that fat tabby cat that I accidentally caught. This cat was no normal stray, and I could tell. It was not hesitant and hazardous of me, like Petina and Sketch and the Mom. Instead, it behaved more like a house cat, and headbutted me. Nonetheless, it received more foo