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I have a cat, that I got from a pot dealer friend who had to get rid of her (he gave me a fifty dollar discount on a QP for taking her). Since she came from a pot dealer, I named her Margie Juana. She doesn't really care for pot smoke herself, but she loves when WE get high, I guess because it makes us happier/friendlier with her. If she wanted a hit, I'd give her one of course, but she doesn't ask, just lays nearby and purrs happily while we get high. I wouldn't force it on her; that's kinda mean.
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