Hey, Hey, Waffle, gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from a

throwaway account titled My Husband 42

Male, got rid of my 42 female cat to someone who won't give him back. After my dad passed,

I was feeling very down, like I had a hole that I couldn't fill. I was finding it hard to keep

myself busy around the house during the day, so I decided to

adopt my cat, Benji. I rescued him when he was so small, he fit in the palm of my hand, and have

had him for two years. This may sound crazy to some, but I really believe Benji is the reincarnation

of my dad. When I look into his eyes, I feel something more than a cat, like a cat

was born with a human soul. All the timing adds up, it all makes sense to me at least.

Even if I am crazy, the thought brings me comfort and I don't see anything wrong with it.

My husband thinks this is strange and unhealthy. He says my bond with a cat freaks him out and makes him uncomfortable that I truly

believe he has my dad's soul.

It's been two years since he died.

Benji really saved me.

He's the best companion I could have asked for.

I mean, there's nothing better than being able to cuddle up with an animal that loves you

at the end of a long day.

So hubby would disagree. Now, I went on a girl's trip with my sisters and mum for her birthday,

and while I was gone, my husband decided he was going to rehome my cat without my permission.

I had no idea what was going on while I was out. When I came home, I couldn't find the cat, and my first thought was that he must have

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