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Homeless Kitty is my “not pet.” In other words, I feed the thing, love on it and talk to it. I’ve even named it (her name is Homeless Kitty). But it’s not my pet. Homeless Kitty (Or H-K for short) lives at the MRT station near our condo. She is sleeping by the stairs every time I walk by. I have asked Marso twice if I could bring H-K home with me, but he refuses. I have tried to sell him on the kitty by offering to keep the litter box in Jean-Luc’s room -- you know, so maybe we can make the boy’s room smell better. Still, he refuses to let me bring H-K home. So for now, H-K stays at the MRT and I share feeding responsibilities with the others who live in Jurong West.
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