The first time I ever played Minecraft was on my boyfriends computer. It was in creative mode and I decided to build my house on top of a tree, simply because I could. About half way through building my ground floor, I turn around and see this little fella staring at me.

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And I was like awesome, wild house pet, because it kept following me around. Eventually, a second one turned up, and then a little one, and I assumed they'd had a cub, which was adorable at first.

Except they never stopped multiplying

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Eventually, I couldn't move for ocelots. They were tumbling off the tree. I hit one every time I placed a block. So I put a glass roof on my house

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So now, somewhere in one of my boyfriends worlds, there's a house full of ocelots.