Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Van Gogh the Cat


Van Gogh, named by my neighbour for his mangled ear & grizzled looks, lives outside the rear entrance to my apartment. The girls downstairs leave him food, so we meet occasionally, the animal always cautious of the moment. He has an okay life for a stray, living in a small house the neighbour put along the hedgerow, except for evenings his dinner is interrupted by a racoon. I tell him we have more in common than he might imagine, but he remains silent.

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