And Versace says, "Lo, I too was feral, as a Mex-Tex kitten, but the homo sapien brought me soy milk, and then cleaved to me as I cleaved to life and yea not death, so that in the future I might pose with les treatises de capitalisme, so that in the future I might savor the meats of canned minced up cattle. Yea, but what is it to be feral? Am I still? And was I ever? What is it to be being? To be beating? Bleating? Breathing? What is it to take breath, i.e. to be breathtaking? Aye, a better cat than I might know, aye, a better cat than I might know."
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