That is his duck. Much like everything else I own, it belonged to me until he decided he liked it. That has been the fate of that duck, a stuffed bunny, blankets, pillows, socks, et cetera.
Marvin likes to eat food that I eat. Not just fish, but cheese, bread, crackers, potato chips, peas, lettuce, whipped cream, ice cream, mashed potatoes, pasta, and cake. He will climb your body to get at a slice of pizza. He'll leap at your to steal your corn chips.
Marvin is not like other cats I have met. He's got weird food preferences, doesn't mind water, and he greets me when I get home from work. When I adopted him, I did not expect to get a little friend who is so loving and loyal. I did not expect him to get excited every time it snows. I did not expect him to act like a dog.
I sound like a freaking cat lady, but there's only one cat in my life. I'm not crazy about him because I'm crazy about cats; he's nuts about me, and I return the favor.
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