Oh, hello there

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Hello. I'm sapphire. I'm a cat....as you have probably guessed. I like food, comfy spaces, and a long range of classic soundtracks such as: the cat food opener. I sleep for about nine to ten hours a day, much unlike my owner. My owner is what is called. A workaholic. She does nothing but fumble with papers and books all day. She is so boring. I have fallen asleep in her study multiple times while trying to entertain her. But then again, I sleep everywhere. The car, the floor, the kitchen table. You name it, I've slept there. Anyway, the other day I was cornering a particularly interesting piece of fluff from the living room carpet, when the loud sound of my owners doorbell rang, it sounds like one of those old classical soundtracks that she listens to too much. anyway she went to open the door and I reluctantly padded after her. I was curious. Plus it was nearing lunch so I felt the need to behave. A tall, slim woman was there. She had ruffled, long, blonde hair and a set of dull blue eyes. I got bored quickly and retreated to the kitchen. I sat on my fat, purple pillow and slept, for like fifteen minutes. Well I might as well tell you about my owner. She has a sickening shade of brownish blonde hair and a glistening set of hazel eyes. She had paleish skin and thousands of freckles on her face. Anyway, I'm her faithful, fat, ginger house cat. And she adores me. She takes me everywhere with her. Except her work, but then again , I don't take her to my monthly meetings with the catnip community, so we're pretty even. I had heard the loud opening of a can opener and was awake fairly quickly. But when I got to my dish, there was already a cat there. A sleek grey cat, with murderous yellow eyes.

"Sapphire" my owner called and I looked up at her in a 'who is this and why is it eating my food' look and she smiled, stroking behind my ear

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"Sapphire" my owner called and I looked up at her in a 'who is this and why is it eating my food' look and she smiled, stroking behind my ear.
"This is Tommy, he's our new flatmate's cat".

.  .  .   Oh heck no.

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