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November 16, 2012

When I was nine I had a cat named Spooky Moon who was killed by two dogs outside our SF home. Years later, my parents confessed that they always thought she was a little … brain damaged. They just didn’t have the heart to point it out to me at the time.

Since then, I’ve met more than a few ‘special’ cats and I’ve had a theory that there’s always one in the litter who doesn’t quite get a full supply of oxygen at birth or something. 

… which is my way of introducing Lil Bub, a dwarf cat with extra toes, no teeth, and a whole lotta heart.

And thank you, Gena, for this afternoon’s literal lol.

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  1. uneamericaine said: Aw :) My parents had a cat named KC when I was born and she was killed by two dogs when I was 5. I can still remember the trauma of finding out. I think it’s why I don’t really like big dogs to this day. Lil Bub is adorable. Xo
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  4. amyblogschow said: If I see a cat or kitten or dog at BARC tomorrow that looks like it got the short end of the oxygen stick, I’m gonna adopt it! This is more of a note to self :)
  5. caro said: OH MAH GAAAAWD
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