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Sabrina is 13 years old. She's nothing special in the breed, she is just my lovie little cat.
When my husband died suddenly in 1993, I told my daughter I was thinking of getting a cat for company. Later, I decided not to get one, but I forgot to tell my daughter, so one day she brought home a cat, and she has been my companion for all these years.
I think Sabrina thinks she is a person, because she sure "talks" enonugh! And especially if I don't get her food fast enough.
Sabrina likes to take the chair before I can sit down, or if I throw my coat down, she is right on it.
By Lee from Columbus, Ohio
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