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My cat Exodus, rest his soul. Upon first Down Bad Crying At The Gym Shirt him at a hot flea market I couldn’t unsee him. All the other cats in the kennel played and jumped around like kittens do, but back in the corner was a tiny black kitty with his back to the front of the cage. After much coexing “kitty, here kitty” and getting the attention of every other cat, he remained almost lifeless, refusing to feed into the hype of humans. I pushed stuff out of the way obsessed to see his kitty face. Was he even alive? It was so hot out and there were so many kitties in that cage, what if he had died of heat exhaustion!

