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</a><br/>The white cat, now so named Queen Victoria it seems, just held on for dear life as she exchanged hands and bounced back forth between rooms, an argument of which she is the topic being had between two of the men in the house: one wanting her to stay, very badly, and the other wanting her...elsewhere? But still here? She couldn’t be sure. She listened to them mentioning ownership and all she could do was inwardly sigh. Nobody owned her. She was a free spirit, quite literally as a matter of fact. So to be told that she belonged any one person was pure poppycock as far as she was concerned. Nevertheless, the food they offered her here was quite excellent. Hmmm....maybe she could consider laying down roots in this estate, at least for a short time. So she sat there and ate and allowed the owner of the mansion to fawn over her. She couldn’t deny the attention was nice, too.