Guest post by Lucy Burdette
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I’ve had a cat in my life ever since the year I turned 13. I wanted two things for my birthday that year–Mickey Dolenz of the Monkees, and a kitten. My mother was wise enough to agree to the kitten. It was January, though, and not the kitten season. She found one who’d been returned to the pound by his adoptive family. We called him Tigger, and I still have the receipt stamped “No Refund.”
Both of our furry family members died...
Published on May 07, 2019 22:00