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Here Kitty, Kitty

Walking to the back meadow and a sudden rustle in the brush betrays the location of the neighbour’s black cat, visiting AGAIN. Why isn’t he running away? Why does he have more white than he did yesterday? Why is he stamping his feet.
Uh… that’s no kitty… step away from the skunk.

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