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"It all started so innocently..."I was a highly respected member of my household. Loved by humans and cats alike until my habit got out of control. I enjoy a good purr as most of us do. I mean, in the whole history of the world a good purr has never hurt anyone. That's what I told myself. But it very nearly ruined my life! ........ The trouble for me began when I started flirting with the occasional lone purr. Curled up in the sun in my favourite armchair. It felt so nice, so comforting. Pretty soon I found I was purring in odd places at any time of the day or night. I caught myself purring at the pigeons through the windows or purring at my food and then even in the cat litter tray! It came to a head when I found myself purring at next doors Rottweiller, while he slobbered and barked hysterically through the fence, driven mad by the strange, perverted behavior of this demented cat.!! But I didn't think I had a problem. Even when the others started giving me funny looks, I thought I could control it. I could give it up any time I liked, or so I thought! Soon I was sneaking behind the sofa whenever I fancied a quick rumble. Gradually, I lost all sense of self respect. I found myself hanging around in the living room hoping to pick up a human, prostituting myself for a quick scratch under the chin! Within a short time my self control had vanished completely and I was up to five humans a day! I spent more time on my back with my paws in the air, displaying myself for the world to see, than I did upright! I was becoming a belly rub purrs addict!!! When I wouldn't listen to their pleas to pull myself together, the other cats hounded me out of the house. They were embarrassed to know me. I was a disgrace to the proud name of Felinus. Sitting in a cold, wet garden for hours at a time was not a fun experience I can tell you! Deprived of the fix I so badly needed I became a miserable shadow of my former self. I had to sneak into the house to eat when the others weren't looking. If they caught me, they subjected me to lectures on my behaviour, wouldn't let me see a human and then chased me back outside. Looking back on it now, I know that they did the right thing. They were subjecting me to "hard love". They watched sadly from the house as I huddled miserably under the rose bushes in the cold and wet of the autumn weather. They deprived me of my human fix for a month, allowing me in only at night and then only to eat. There was nothing to purr about outside in the cold! Gradually I went through withdrawal and finally I was myself again. Now I live happily with my feline and human friends, able to
enjoy a good purr again without losing my self control or becoming
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In
response to our call for help in Purraholics Anonymouse we were
contacted by a cat with a sad story to tell. This cat wishes to
remain anonymouse to protect the identity of those involved.