Hi everyone,
Today’s guest post comes from our regular contributor Stuart. I am afraid that this story has got a « tissue box required » warning attached! (Photos used for illustration purposes as no original photos were available, see credits in the footnote)
IMPY’S LAST ADVENTURE
When I was nine we had a cat named Impy. He was a formidable Maine Coon cat with a bushy tail trailing a sturdy, striped body. Impy lived up to his name, lording over the neighborhood like a lion and terrorizing birds and mice. Often, he stayed out all night. He must have had some tender moments at home; why else did we keep him? But all I recall of life with Impy was that my arms were crisscrossed with scratches.
One particularly cold…
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