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Mugs showed up at our door one hot May day. He lived out his last months on this planet on our front porch. A ferral cat, he never allowed us to touch him, but once. He did enjoy chatting though, and we spent many an hour doing just that. He was content with the little home we made him and seemed to know his time was coming. In many ways aniamls have taught me to accept that which we cannot change with as much grace and as little resistance as possible. Mugs, was one such teacher. He had the cutest cat toes. Until we meet again Mugsy.
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