[ID Start: two photographs of a brown tabby cat at the table by a window in a pink tiled kitchen. The first image, the cat is a tiny kitten still with baby blue eyes, trying to reach a large white tea cup with a saucer and a crimped-handled spoon on a peach and white plaid tea towel. The second image the cat is much larger now with yellow-green colored eyes and is standing up tall at the table, a content expression on its face. There’s a different white tea cup and saucer on the table, with the same spoon and now a table runner with a pattern of stylized wild strawberries in the center. /End ID.]
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