Sherry Chandler » Of gray skies and gray cats
Of gray skies and gray cats
The lake is receding, the rain has stopped, though skies remain gray. And the gray stray stands its ground, much to the chagrin of our Black Bert. Bertie, who spent a winter under the house with Ursula the raccoon before he convinced us he was our cat, isn’t about to welcome another waif. I can’t get a good look at the other guy, but Bert has spent the winter nursing abscessed face wounds. He’s bleeding again this morning. Alas, his forays to protect the homestead aren’t moving the big tabby who likes the easy food at the raccoon feeding station.
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