Well, compared to the poor stray cats that suffer from cold winds and rain, Fat Tiger is really enjoying his nap on my blanket. I bet you would never tell he was once a stray cat too unless I tell you. He spends most of his day sleeping or staring at birds outside the window. I'm not sure if he's happier after he becomes a pet, and I sometimes wonder maybe he prefers the freedom on the street. Who knows? But that's what pets are for, to keep human companied and
pretend to be happy wearing pink bows on their head, right?
Well, compared to the poor stray cats that suffer from cold winds and rain, Fat Tiger is really enjoying his nap on my blanket. I bet you would never tell he was once a stray cat too unless I tell you. He spends most of his day sleeping or staring at birds outside the window. I'm not sure if he's happier after he becomes a pet, and I sometimes wonder maybe he prefers the freedom on the street. Who knows? But that's what pets are for, to keep human companied and pretend to be happy wearing pink bows on their head, right? 
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