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Although we have recently pined for a dog, we confess to really being more of a cat person at heart. Why, just yesterday, after talking with our therapist about proving the existence of God with a variation of Rene Descartes' famously circular "I think, therefore I am" argument and then spring-boarding into a wide-reaching understanding of the meaning of life that even had our therapist going, "Whoa, that's deep!", we came cross two kittens playing in a plastic chair on a front porch, and, as we knelt down to play along with the little buggers and they stood up and arched their tiny heads towards our hand such that they might better absorb the love we were transmitting, we felt quite God-like. So imagine our pleasure to read about two heroic cats who died saving the lives of their human masters.