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My Girlfriend’s Black Cat

And the cat whisperer

I had just started dating Joan when I met her black cat on a cold day in February. Once I sat on the couch, the cat immediately disliked me. She hissed and turned her backside, lifted her tail, and revealed the most unsightly hole.

“Her name is Tasha,” said Joan making tea in the kitchen. “She’s very protective.”