There are two neighborhood cats who have independently and separately been showing up for the past few years. One is white and the other is black. Each has a collar with no identification and each has all 20 claws. We never see them together.
This morning Whitie shows up at the back door. Well, not exactly the door: she likes to sun herself on the small table, and will usually meow until Walter comes out to pet her into a somnambulistic state. Kindred spirits, you know.
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