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My son, Little Rickey, gave his cat to his grandma to take care of when he went away to college. When he returned to get his cat back she would not give it to him. Later the cat died. By then mom was living with me and I knew that she would be sad if she knew the cat died so I got another one from a shelter that looked identical to the dead one. I replaced the old with the new and she never knew the difference. In her mind she has a cat that is about 25 years old.
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