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miru

The oldest of my minions, Miru was named after the sound he made when he was first imprisioned in my home. He knows as well as anybody the grey cats like him belong outside, and he will spend a good portion of life trying to right the horrible wrong that has made him a house cat. Apparently, "miru" in catspeak means "Let me out of here or I will kill you in your sleep. Seriously."

Now that he's about 10 years old, he has made the transformation into lap cat, as well as drool cat. He is also adept at hunting and catching all sorts of wild rubber bands, napkins and receipts. He then likes to bring them to me, loudly announcing his arrival. Really loudly. At 4 am.

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