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Line 6: We didn't have a dog house, so I let him stay in the chicken coup. I thought they got along so well. And with 30 chickens I didn't notice any missing at first. Some of them must have been getting jealous because one would dissappear every night. These fuckers were running away. Nelson was being rejected by his animal peers. Sure he couldn't lay eggs, but he was as big ~~apart~~a part of the family as those damn hens were. He was an even bigger part than the cat, in my mind. "Fluffels, fluffels, here kitty kitty." That annoyed the fuck out of me. Every morning my parents would wake me up talking to that fuckin cat. The damn thing rubbed against their legs, and pounced on their laps for love. "Give me kisses baby, give me kisses!" Disgusting. Stupid cat wouldn't come with in arms reach of me.

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