He's a foundling. Just showed up on our front porch one misty night
many years ago. We'd just come home from visiting my grandmother and
I'd already gone inside when my brother tells me there's a cat sitting
on the stoop. After taking a gander and seeing he was the sort of
cat I'd been wanting for a while, I decided to entice him into staying.
He's been here ever since, and won't even set foot outside. He's learned
well.
June
1999 - July 2004
I'm
sorry, my friend...
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