So many people ask me for my name, they feel the inevitable requirement to know how to refer to me. Why can’t I just be Cat? But well, knowing my name gives them some kind of peace of mind.
It has been so long I can’t even remember my old name. Probably was something like Tiger or Oliver, who knows, even Sam sounds possible. Now I prefer a proper name, one that describes me. DeadCat.
This was my story. This was my life.
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