Once upon a time there was a cat. A cat named Jim. Jim the Tiger, to be exact. His name didn't really make sense, with him being brown, small, and scrawny, but I was young back then.
  On with the story. The story started with "once upon a time", which obviously means that this is a fantasy story, full of magic and other stuff, right? Normally stories that start with "once upon a time" do involve some magic. And the magic in this story happens to be within Jim the Tiger.
  Jim the Tiger was no ordinary cat. He could talk. I do believe that isn't common in cats these days, but I'm no expert. He also believed that one day he would save the world. I never really believed him, but then why would there even be a story about Jim?
  I'm sure you realize what this story is now. It is about my cat. And how he saved the world.
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  At 5:43 PM I grabbed one of my bowls and filled it with milk. Like every other day, my cat insisted on being fed at exactly 5:45. I was behind schedule. And yes, technically milk is not good for cats and it gives them diarrhea, but my cat is special. I cracked open a new can of his fish pate and dumped it in a separate bowl. Why is my cat special, you may ask. Did you even read what I said before? Jim is a magical cat. With magic come special abilities, like not having horrible poops the next day.
  "Luuuunnaaaaaaa! I want my fooooooodddd!" And the ability to talk.
  "I'm coming Jim, just wait a second!"
  "I've been waiting! You're a minute lateee," I tossed the dishes on the ground, the milk sloshing up and out of the dish. Jim the Tiger licked his paw. "Great," he said, "Now you've spilled my milk,"
  "Just lick it off the floor," I told him. "You've done it before,"
  "No I haven't," I rolled my eyes.
  "Sureee little kitty,"
  "I'm an all-powerful god," he whined.
  "You're a cat Jim,"
  "I'm an all-powerful cat god," I left the room and heard him mutter something, then some licking noises.