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I couldn’t decide if I should laugh or beg her apology, but I did admire such dedication to her fetish that she would sacrifice the use of her fingers. “That’s ok,” she said, smoothing out the ruffled fur, “It’s always getting sat on or stepped on or caught in a door. It’s just one the hazards of being a cat.” Then I noticed the girl had large black furry cat ears coming out of her head. They protruded directly from her hair, and at first sight didn’t seem to be attached to her head by any devise other than being attached to her head. Dangling from a black leather collar around her neck was a gold tag that said “Naughty Kitty”. “Well, you are a kitty, aren’t you?” I said, “I hope I didn’t hurt you. Are you ok?” “I’m fine.” “What a coincidence, I live with a black cat. I’m sure it would be love at first sight for both of you.” “Yes, I do. Kay was telling me all about your Ren-chan. He sounds adorable,” seeming very interested in the topic, “she said he is all alone. 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