First Memory

The cat was not mine, but he/she is the first animal I remember. Memories can be strange; sometimes they feel like dreams. This is what this cat seems to me. Orange and laying outside on the sidewalk of an apartment complex or perhaps motel. I can see the picture well, but why it has stuck with me, I'll never know for sure. This is whom I consider my first animal. I think of he/she as being Garfield.

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