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"I mean, Lassie is cool and all, and as much as i'd like to be a dog some days i'm just not!" Cat sighed, looking off into the distance. She was day dreaming about being a dog.

"If you feel good in it, that means you look good in it!" Cat smiled as she played with the ends of her hair.

              ❝Rags?❞

"I didn't say you were homeless!" Cat looked worried as she held the box up.

"It’s not that kind of mess."

"This one time, my brother made a mess all over the floor, it was little tabs with cute animals on them. I asked mom if I could eat them and she said no!" Cat giggled and played with the ends of her hair. "Maybe I could help you clean up your mess."

"If it's a mess.. Couldn't you just get a mop, maybe a broom and clean it up? That's what I always do when I make a mess!"

"Wait a minute. You have ten goats?”

Cat looked up at the woman. "Is it not normal to have ten goats? Because they just keep showing up and I don't know what to do with all these goats."

"I don’t think that’s a thing…"

"Of course it's easy! I have like ten in my room. Easy like a goat, easy keepers! Everyone loves goat." Cat squeaked with happiness. "Would you like one?!"