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a cat if I have to move on.”
“Well, sir,” said Mr. Tibbs, “I have been a domestic cat for seven years, so I make an excellent companion, and I have the references to prove it. I am also a trained mouser. And because I am completely independent, I will have no trouble surviving if you have to put me back out on the street. I will also return to the street if I am unhappy in your home.”
“Oh, you dear cat,” said the old man. “I will do my utmost to give you the best home I can.” He lifted him up, and took him inside.
So Mr. Tibbs got a special place on the sofa, his favorite food and many strokes. He loved the old man, and his love was permanent—though he never forgot, he wasn’t a permanent cat.
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