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    J: Well, I think it thought it was playing, but I also think it thought it was a full-blown leopard-lion thing, and it was only about the size of a... you know, a squirrel. But it used to attack people and grab onto people's legs and draw blood, so we had to get rid of it.
    A: Oh! Sounds like my cat.
    V: Oh! I think because of my childhood experience, where I made the association with cats making me ill, I eventually came to dislike cats, and to this day I'm very squeamish around cats, and I see them... but they know, and they inevitably come up and start, like, rubbing against my leg and ¡ª
    A: It's better than a dog.