Well, sometimes they are. Like the time I bought a cat after walking by a petshop window at the mall. I named him Maximus, got really attached to the little furball, and then was told by the Olds (you know, parents) to "return him". So I did.
I wonder where Maximus is now? Or what sort of hideous name someone may have given him, like Buttons or Muffin.
I wonder.
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