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When I was in my twenties, I had a beautiful white cat who shared a tumbledown apartment with me. She served as a kind of dysfunctional flatmate – pulling cones all day, hitting me up for cash all the time and generally wreaking havoc in my life. Velcro had two personalities. When she wanted to be fed: she’d purr in my arms like a big, fluffy marshmallow. When she didn’t: she ruled the household with an Iron Claw.