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About 4:30 on a Saturday morning—a year ago last spring—my spouse called me out of bed; “quick! Come look out the back door! I roused, went and saw a cat—and four little kittens. Two of the kittens; one gray, and one gray and white, were playfully scampering around inside our privacy fence. The . . . → Read More: AN AUGUST CAT SAGA  Leave a comment  Uncategorized  and her two kittens., feral, gave us eight years of treasured companionship and devotion., Inadvertently, Our beloved yellow and white tomcat stole our hearts away; and in return, The two little kittens were already at death's door., vocabulary words, we had acquired an emaciated mother cat |