Journal

New Cat

Here’s my new cat.

He doesn’t yet have a name. At least not a fixed one.

We found him outside sleeping under a car. He was wearing a collar that seemed too tight for him and his fur was all up in tangles. The car went driving off and he didn’t move an inch, and it was then that we realised it would be dangerous for him outside.

He’s four years old.

We snipped off the knotted fur, removed the collar, and fed him. He seems happier now.

He mews very loudly.

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