The kitty cat Christmas

I was 6 that year, and all I wanted for Christmas was a kitty cat.

Not a pony. Not a Barbie. Not a bike.

A kitty cat.

Sometimes, even at the age of 6, there are things you want so much, so deeply, that you ache with longing for it. Well, for me, that Christmas, it was a kitty cat.

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