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A Word about Stinky

Stinky is turning into a cuddle cat. Perhaps more so when he senses that something isn’t right with his world. Or mine.

This weekend he has been my constant companion, pushing Abbie to the side, and watching over me like a mother hen. If he hasn’t been sitting next to my pillow watching my every eye blink, he’s been tucked up close to me, still keeping a close eye on my face. At times it has been unnerving to have his constant gaze directed at me.

Animals have an uncanny way of knowing things. He has, it appears, decided that the world is safe for another day. He’s off on his own now, catching up on his sleep.

He’s a special kitty.

Posted on 01/18/05 at 11:12 AM
 




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