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Stripy Three got picked. Three small humans came to see us with their mum and they ran their hands over both of us and they picked him. I looked sadly at the smallest human and she did the head-shake thing. I don't think she meant I was no good. She touched noses with me and I think she was sad. I think she was telling me, I'd love to take you too but we can only have one cat. He looked at me over his shoulder as they took him away and I think he said, Good luck! I climbed back into my box and crammed myself right up against the back wall of the box with my nose pressed to the cardboard, and I cried myself to sleep as softly as I could.