He is and always will be, a feral cat.
It rains and I see him standing out there, rather than come inside.
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This blog is best read and understood from March 2007- the original posting at the end, to the present one here on top. But if you want to know how it ends before you know how it began- simply read it as it is laid out.
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A sheet of rain, green and more green, seen through the window screen. Where is Prince? I can't see him. Where does he sleep at night? Why did you name him Prince? ----------------------------
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