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There is a cat that lives in the unit above me. It watches me with wide suspicious eyes whenever I'm outside on the balcony below him. This cat is pretty convinced I'm plotting against him in some way. This follows a reasonable logic. Cat's are cruel, calculating, compulsive killers, so there is plenty of reason to be hostile to them.  That's got to be a stressful existence cats lead although you do have to respect their confidence in their abilities as killers.

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