My dearest cat. Half of her face was grey, and the other was creamy beige, which is why I called her Harvey Dent. Ever since her best friend, Dartheanne, passed on, she just sat like this very solemnly. She eventually got very old and ran away to die, like all cats do. I always tried to record her making this weird cat-getting-surprise-pets noise for my ringtone... I guess now I never can.

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