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I know what that's like. My ex-girlfriend had this black cat that never went out, and it would spend hours hiding under chairs and tables just staring at me. Sometimes I would wake up in the night and see these two reflected eyes looking through the darkness at me. Eventually he started to run out and bit my legs drawing blood when my back was turned. That misrable little fucker hated me, I don't know why but he did.
She wouldn't get rid of the cat, so that is why she is my ex :D
At least you can just turn the light off ;)
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