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And before y'all jump down my throat, while I am a dog dad right now, the first furry companion I had as an adult was a cat whom I catnapped from my ex who was so tweaked out on meth he wasn't caring for her. I loved that little furball to death, and it killed me when, after five years together, she had to go live with my mom because I moved into a building—for a man—that didn't accept pets of any kind. (That should've been my first red flag.)