H is for Henry…or Henrietta

The first day I arrived at Winterlight, Malcolm introduced me to the horses. He talked to his retired mount, Fergus, and that gave me hope that everything would be okay while I was there. Then, a glossy, fat, black cat wobbled down the aisle and curled around Malcolm’s ankle. He picked the cat up and cradled […]
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Published on April 10, 2017 04:00
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