The Year of the Cat

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Guest Post by Alicia Buisst - It’s a crisp blue-sky autumn day and a black blob of fur is sitting pretty on my terra cotta red deck. It’s a kitten, with full-on wispy-black fur, paws dipped in white fur-paint and marble-green eyes. Oh gosh, a kitten! Mary, my next door neighbor, said she’d seen cats around and underneath my deck but I never did. This kitten was a fresh kitten, and as he sat and warmed himself in the sun, the invisible sign underneath his paws scrolled, “If you feed me, I will come.”...

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