The Tower

I can't say that all of this has been "bad" as an experience, although the pain has been intense. However, if I had to learn the hard way that "I" don't exist, then that's the way it just happened.

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Scaredy-cat; or Cat-like grace

When I was about 13 or 14 years old, a neighbour's newly rescued bull terrier busted through our backyard fence and attacked one of our cats. It was very lucky that this poor dog had been so badly neglected by a prior owner that he only had four teeth, so Motley (named for one of┬ámy... Continue Reading →

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