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Caught on camera wrapped in flannel and Wind. A chilly morn.
I go to the front window.
When Was came here, she had a scar from being spayed. I had seen strays here, young cats, that were gray like her, but they were very frightened and never came close.
I think this is her son. Could it be? He has been here all day.
This is very Spooky.
My heart beats very fast.
He will not come too close.
I named him IS anyway.
in A robe called Wind, autumn, Cloth as shelter, clothing and personal adornment, Findings, hearts, human wrapping cloth, looking, naming things, questions, remembering, season, WAS | Permalink