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It was night and Bob was coming back from the fire department when a strange kitten joined him. The kitten seemed domesticated. It was small, clean, thin, and incredibly cuddly. And it was cold outside.

I named him Googly-Woogly.

“It’s so fun to steal frozen sand from children, with a broken children’s shovel at 11PM,” Bob wrote me ironically about twenty minutes after I sent him to a public children’s sandpit.