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The sun blazed down in a fire of glory the day that I was born. Birds sang out, pledging the sacrifice of their young to sustain my brilliance. The divine ruler laid the crown of catnip on my brow ordaining my right to rule over my lessers. 

Wait! Mom! Don’t post that picture!…. carp..Miss Bear: circa 2015, age 8months. I love you Bear Bear.