It was predawn, and I was out searching for my cat who had snuck outside last night when someone opened the door. She is an indoor cat, and I have no idea why she suddenly wanted to go out.

When I got her at the flea market, the person offering the cat told me that she had been attacked by her
Doberman Pinscher and was afraid to go out. That was perfect because I wanted an inside cat. After discussion with my husband, he agreed that I could get the cat. I took her and put her inside my jacket, and she curled around my neck to keep warm. The days were getting colder.

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