I wonder when I can get over this orange cat.
I don't think I would even after finished this book.
Even half way, I realised something.
"...Dewey's love is unconditional."
This cat loves every patron in the library and everyone who wants to come to pat him, or just to see him. One very good example is that a disabled girl actually could make a sound due to Dewey.
Why go so far, for Pouncer, as an example - he loves me whether or not I have makeups on, whether I had a bad hair day, whether i'm sick due to indigestion and vomitted 7 times at night, rich or poor, pet loves us in whatever forms we are.
But I really want to have a pet someday.
Does that mean I don't need love from a man?
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