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Thursday February 27, 2020 subscribe |
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| The stray cat we took in when I was a kid had green eyes so my sister, self- appointed namer of pets, dubbed her Ireland. Kitty had pneumonia but my soft-hearted mother spent a lot of money we didn't have to save her. A few days later, I came home from school and she said, "I have something to tell you." "The cat died," I guessed. She cried; I didn't. It's weird what sticks. Death and loss were the foundation on which my childhood was built. I was used to it. That's what makes me so much fun to be around. That didn't stop me from becoming a crazy cat man by and by. But even so I never would have predicted I'd one day take my feline buddy to a holistic vet for acupuncture, but that's Seattle for you, I guess. |
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