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Update: There No Longer Is A Cat Under My Bed

Today our new cat decided to make a mad dash for freedom while a door was opened, and immediately disappeared for parts unknown. I suspect that, being an older cat, he was dead set to return to wherever he considered home. Although he has a microchip, I doubt we’ll see him again.

Further updates as they happen. Or not.

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