Vanellope was always special. I knew it from the start. I knew it from the moment I picked her off the streets.
It felt like love at first sight. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I couldn't leave her there. I picked her up and brought her home, against all opposition. Best decision I ever made.
Who can say no to that face?
Every time I picked her up, she would climb up to my shoulder. She claimed that as her territory. I liked the touch of her soft grey fur against my cheeks. But then, she got too big to be sitting on my shoulder.
We had our moments. On Saturday mornings, when I overslept, she would jump onto my bed and try to wake up. But most of the time, she just ended up sleeping next to me.
Like most cats, she is curious. But maybe a bit more than the others. One night, she just hopped into the car and refused to get out. She ended up taking a road trip with us.
I can't believe my baby is all grown up. My house has been home to dozens of cats but she is the one that stands out. She's the one that holds that special place in my heart. Vanellope... is the best.
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