This is not Arbor, but it looks like him. His name is Cricket - great name for a cat. I've only had one cat. I lived on my own as a student and walked past a pet shop. I went inside and looked at the kittens. One of them came to the grating to look at me and I asked to see it. The pet shop owner opened the cage and the kitten, a grey tabby, walked up my arm rubbed its side against my right ear and then walked across my shoulders, and then its fur tickled my left ear. So I bought it and took him home and fed it and looked after it. No problems with toilet training. I called him Arbor. I carefully dropped the 'u' to make it more of a cats name. The root suffix of arboreal - my arms, his branches. For the next month, I woke up and opened my eyes and there Arbor was, his large green eyes looking straight into mine. He sat warmly on my chest and throat, purring. It frightened me. I didn't normally sleep on my back. Why was I waking up on my back? Di...
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