Octavia, I'm told, was a cat of very little brain even before a high fever left her with even less. What little there was, though, was firmly fixated on, well, whatever it was fixated on that week. When she had broken her thighbone, for instance, she went skittering across the floor with all her might until she proudly got rid of her splint. Right up to the end, "Octi-Puss" played the part of the cute, fluffy, pet-store kitten, even as she growled and spat and whacked at the new kitten who couldn't be convinced her tail was not a toy.

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