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By Elan Carroll

            I am holding my cat, Tiger, its soft fur tickling my face. His adorable little eyes look up at me as I pet him. The sound of his loud purring fills the air. His ears flick back as I pet his soft little head. He has white and orange stripes on his head to his toes. I can feel his heart beating on my lap. I cringe as he repeatedly sticks his claws into my skin. He looks content. When he meows, I can see his sharp teeth. But eventually he leaps off my lap to play with his brother, Smokey. I love my cat; he keeps me company.