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In the quiet town of Meowheim, Bobby Catnip was a menace, a baller, a pooper. Gardens? Ruined. Lawns? Defiled. Regret? None. Hank Whiskerson shook his head. “Bobby, this has to stop.” Bobby stretched, flicked his tail. “Dad, I’m just built different.” And so, Meowheim lived in fear.