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Black Cat, Big Black Cat

We stood in front of a shack.
Me: What is this?
Dakota: My shack
Me: This is yours?
Dakota: Ya, I found it abandoned and made it my own.
He unlocked the door and opened it. I heard a something get up and Dakota turned on the lights. It was a panther! I screamed.
Dakota: Calm down. It is just Jazz, my pet.
Me: He is a panther!
Dakota: He is my partner. Jazz, here boy.
Jazz came, wagging a tail like a dog. He looked at me and came towards me. He nudged against me, pushing me into Dakota.
Me: What is he doing?!
Dakota: He is just getting to know you. He likes you. Good boy.
Dakota patted Jazz’s head. Jazz walked away and I finally had a look at the place.
Me: Wow.

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