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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
I have an orange cat. I love him to bits, and he may be the love of my life. But the simple truth is that he's dumber than a box of hammers. When I talk to anyone about him and want to put him in a good light, I usually refer to him as 'gloriously stupid'. He doesn't understand some of the most basic stuff that all other cats (that aren't orange) just instinctively know and do. It's just how he is. It's just how orange cats are.