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Three years ago today I went to Bideawee Animal Shelter in Manhattan and came home with a scared, shy little white street cat not much past being a kitten. I got her home and she ran for the closet, where she stayed for several days before hiding behind the stove instead.

This morning I woke up to her purring on the foot of my bed like she does nearly every morning, waiting for belly rubs

Love you, Kamella.