Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Cats and their memories are funny things.

My dad has a cat named Beasley, he got her when I was 16. She's still around, apprehensively looking at me and skittishly approaching me, she seems as though she recognizes me but can't quite place me I've been away for so long. She looks the same, maybe a little fluffier then I remember but no visible grey.

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