Would be nice to be able to move at lightning speed to take down prey. Sarah's brother would drive me crazy every time I came to see him. He would ask "You wanna race?" Sorta goes with out say, I can't run at 60 mph so I think I lost before the race ever began. Come to think about it, every cheetah I ever knew would ask me to race, so I would just answer, "no thank you, but I bet you can't purr."
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