Shadow’s Gift

Anyone who has visited my apartment in the past few years must have noticed the odor of cat urine as they walked in. For my Wicca group and other spiritual visitors, I'd light incense to mask the smell. For everyone else... well, they may be too polite to mention it, but there's a reason why my apartment…

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The son of Boo

There is absolutely no reason for you to read this post. I had to write it. You don't have to read it. In my eulogy for my cat Mist, I described how Mist and her brother Shadow came into my life. They were the offspring of Jersey City street cats. Shadow carried the street-wise feral heritage of…

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