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The man observed his cat as it knocked over the toolbox that contained his grandparents' ashes. It was this action that finally made him decide to get rid of it. Before this deed, there was the cat’s constant meowing in the middle of the night and clawing at the door, begging for the man to let him in, not caring at all that its master had to get up early in the morning. Prior to that, the vile feline would insist upon peeing on every piece of new furniture the man had brought under the guise of marking his territory. The man was not the cat’s owner but rather had inherited it from a deceased relative. Before the cat was his, it belonged to his grandmother, who would treat this disguised demon as a deity. Every time the cat had done wrong, the grandmother would insist on its innocence, calling its wrongdoing an accident, which would only reinforce its naughty behavior. When the cat was but a kitten and the man was a young boy, he would constantly mess around with the boy, and then look, as if the cat knew that one day the boy would have to take care of him. The grandmother had named the cat Leo, insisting it had an uncanny resemblance to a lion. Before that, she had adopted the cat from a Maine Coone breeder, who had warned the grandmother that it had to be trained. All these problems began because the grandmother wanted a cat, one she could take care of in her final years.