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  "path": "/how-i-became-an-itinerant-cat-tutor",
  "publishedAt": "2026-05-29T16:24:54.000Z",
  "site": "https://defector.com",
  "tags": [
    "Animals",
    "Creaturefector",
    "Life's Rich Pageant",
    "cat academy",
    "Cats",
    "clementine",
    "despite my words in this blog i respect sesame and think he's very cute",
    "every day is spinning beast saturday if your cat knows how to spin",
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    "the church of guagua"
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  "textContent": "At the start of this year, a seismic shift occurred in my life: The number of cats I saw regularly went from zero to three. First, my friend who lives three doors down from me adopted a sweet little menace off the streets of Rochester, N.Y. Her name is Clementine; she is a tuxedo cat, approximately 8.5 pounds and 1 year old. Second, I made new friends who have two cats of their own: A tortico former mother named Guagua (or 瓜瓜, a cute way of saying \"melon\" or \"gourd\" in Chinese), who is perhaps the most perfect and angelic cat I have ever met, and a weird little man named Sesame. Our three protagonists are pictured below.\n\nClementine (left), Guagua (center), and Sesame (right). Not to scale; though Sesame is, as previously mentioned, a \"weird little man,\" he is physically huge.\n\nWhile I met Clementine first, my self-employment as cat tutor only started when I met Guagua and Sesame, and my friends told me that Guagua knew tricks. I had never before met a cat in real life who knew tricks. The trick-knowing cats I saw on various internet platforms appeared to me like unusually dignified and intelligent creatures, sometimes upsettingly purebred, and now Guagua—a normal cat from the streets of Philadelphia who does not have teeth—had proved herself part of that circle. She demonstrated her suite of tricks: sit, spin, paw, other paw, high-five, other high-five, down, and going wherever she was pointed. She was, it was clear to me, a genius, and also extremely food-motivated, which in animals tends to be related.",
  "title": "How I Became An Itinerant Cat Tutor"
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