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Trauma One
Like most cats, I never knew my father.

Having birthed litters close together, my mom and half-sister co-parented me.
Lying down and feeding us on their bitter sweet milk,
they took turns cleaning and chiding us.

My mom never named me. I knew she meant me by her touch.

Trauma Two
One day, someone adopted me and took me away from my real family.
I was alone with her and him, new smells of cat nip and tofu, new open palmed touches.

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