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Things I like: Girls who like cats.

I like girls who like cats.

It says to me, this girl and I have something in common. We are tough and independent but in the face of a kitten, we just lose all semblance of composure.

Girls who like cats are wonderful. Maybe I'm biased, because I also like cats, but all the girls I know who like cats are sweeter than many candy canes. Perhaps I have yet to meet the bitches. But if you're a bitch and you have a cat, you probably shouldn't have a cat.

And if you hate cats, well...

You're an asshole.


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