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The orange cat was lying on the driveway in a half-circle, tail patting the ground in satisfaction. Summer sun warmed the small beast, and as I neared him, I noticed that one of his eyes was hurt. It was clouded over, as happens with glaucoma, and he had several scars about his face and ears – he had fought many fights in this cat-life. »Meow!« was his insistent cry to be loved and petted, and he quickly became my best friend. I named this creature »One-Eyed Jack« – a name conceived of him looking like he was a cat named Jack, and because he had only one good eye. I wanted to make him a little eyepatch so he would look like a little cat-pirate. Alas, I moved away and was unable to take him with me, and I miss him greatly. We both had visible scars, we both had fought hard for our lives and won. I only hope that when I visit that old house that I can find him wandering the neighborhood. I will scoop my kitty up into my arms and kiss his nose, and keep him by my side until death do us part.
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