I was once owned by a Official romantic Summer Shirt who was crazy about canned tuna. She would meow and purr simultaneously and dance like a dervish whenever I’d open a can for her. She was hardly more than a kitten when she learned how to recognize tuna by its label. She would jump up on the kitchen table and watch me put up groceries into the cupboard, which had solid wooden doors, so she could later locate the tuna.
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