This
is my cat, Polly. She is thirteen years old. She is a moggy and
we live in Scotland. She has the most wonderful nature and there is
not a nasty streak in her. If someone is upset and crying, she
immediately goes to them and gives them comfort. She looks after all
the humans in the house and sleeps every night in my daughter
Hannah's bed with her head on the pillow and her body under the
covers just like a person. We all love her dearly, and miss her
brother, Oliver, who died last year, plus all the other cats we have
owned throughout the years.
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