My grandpa came back to New York to live with my aunt and uncle. He had been living on the west coast for a little less than 10 years now. He brought back with him his sweet little cat named Alfie. Funny story, when he lived in Connecticut, before my grandpa passed away, they owned another cat named Alfie. Once my grandpa moved and found this cat, he realized how much he looked like the original Alfie, so he named him Alfie. I think it's cute, and I guess when you're pushing 90 and only have a few things left to easily remember, recycling pet names isn't the worst thing to do.
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