Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Had a bad night. Woke many times, with long winded dreams.
The ingrate, heartless ginger tom appeared at the gate at 8.30am. I gave him sardines. He has lost several tufts of fur on his back, and he has a skin and bone appearance. He is unwell, and he really should be an indoor cat. If he continues this roaming fighting lifestyle, he will only step into an early grave.
He refused to stay after breakfast, and wet off on his own. Sigh.


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