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The strange things began when my adopted “mother”, Eileen, wrapped a robe sash around my body and began walking me on a leash around the house. I obliged, but only because she rewarded my efforts with my favorite kitty treats. I knew something was truly amiss when she pinned pieces of old blue jean fabric in to a vest type thing on me. I wasn’t human, nor would I wear a jacket. I didn’t know what she was thinking. Luckily it didn’t last too long, and Eileen removed the vest and went to bed. I decided that she was just being a little crazy, and her sanity had returned.
