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Sam, the Eccentric.
Sam was found in the woods as a small kitten. She is quite temperamental. She often growls. When she in a particularly bad mood, she follows me or my roommate around the house, swiping at our ankles, letting us know that she is having a really bad day. But while she can seem frightening, I have yet to see her use her claws. Occasionally, she will even tenuously lie on my stomach, as long as I don't touch her. Sam has taught me how endearing eccentricity can be.

Turtle, the Outcast.
Turtle hides underneath porches and cars during the day. At, night she roams the cemetery behind our house. She has become accustomed to my presence, and when I call her, she comes to the door. She eats quite quickly with small rapid jerks of the head. Strangely, most of the other cats in the area chase her away. I suppose what I have learned from Turtle is that there is such a thing as being "too cautious."

Motley, the Well-Adjusted.
Motley asks for attention but does not demand it. He does not eat "junk food," the kind designed for humans or the kind designed for cats. Instead, when he is hungry, he sits patiently sits by his bowl. Someone eventually fills it. The world would be a better place if more people had Motley's patience.

Bruce, the Lover.
Bruce came to live with my roommate and me only a few months ago. Because of the plethora of felines in the neighborhood, Bruce hid under the bed for the first week. Although he occasionally fights with Sam, he has adjusted well to his new environment. He also has a peculiar habit that earned him the name "Lover." At night, he crawls on pillows and grooms people's hair. Often the feel of his rough tongue pulling at my hair has caused me to wake in the middle of the night. Bruce doesn't teach as much as he nurtures.

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	Sam, the Eccentric. Sam was found in the woods as a small kitten. She is quite temperamental. She often growls. When she in a particularly bad mood, she follows me or my roommate around the house, swiping at our ankles, letting us know that she is having a really bad day. But while she can seem frightening, I have yet to see her use her claws. Occasionally, she will even tenuously lie on my stomach, as long as I don't touch her. Sam has taught me how endearing eccentricity can be.

	Turtle, the Outcast. Turtle hides underneath porches and cars during the day. At, night she roams the cemetery behind our house. She has become accustomed to my presence, and when I call her, she comes to the door. She eats quite quickly with small rapid jerks of the head. Strangely, most of the other cats in the area chase her away. I suppose what I have learned from Turtle is that there is such a thing as being "too cautious."

	Motley, the Well-Adjusted. Motley asks for attention but does not demand it. He does not eat "junk food," the kind designed for humans or the kind designed for cats. Instead, when he is hungry, he sits patiently sits by his bowl. Someone eventually fills it. The world would be a better place if more people had Motley's patience.

	Bruce, the Lover. Bruce came to live with my roommate and me only a few months ago. Because of the plethora of felines in the neighborhood, Bruce hid under the bed for the first week. Although he occasionally fights with Sam, he has adjusted well to his new environment. He also has a peculiar habit that earned him the name "Lover." At night, he crawls on pillows and grooms people's hair. Often the feel of his rough tongue pulling at my hair has caused me to wake in the middle of the night. Bruce doesn't teach as much as he nurtures.