Cat? no. Friend

His name is Dante. Yes, after THAT Dante. To call him a simple cat would be a bit of an understatement. When first brought home he was a scraggly, flea ridden, lethargic fluff ball. Several baths to remove the massive amount of blood sucking fleas caused the rinse water to run pink. Yet worry not for his sorry state. for over the years he would go from lazy anemic kitten to a 28 lb (yes, 28 lbs of muscle and swagger) fearless guardian beast. One that is missed dearly. Let me tell you of the feline Dante, and his life where he earned his name.

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