OK, Megan; I can almost see what you mean. I'll think about it.
My mom was horribly terrified of all cats, including little innocent pussycats. She had had a pet ocelot of all things when she was little, and of course one day it ate somebody it shouldn't have and had to be put down. A psychic told us that mom had been eaten by a tiger in Zimbabwe in a past life, had given me the gift of being allergic to cats to minimize my danger of meeting a similar fate.
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