Tales of two cats who had run of clinic
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“Joleen, are you still feeding that feral tomcat out the back door?” I asked.
“I don’t think he is really feral,” she replied. “I am going to catch him one of these days.”
“Catch him,” I said. “If you get a hold of him, it will be a question mark as to who has caught who.”
Our original clinic on Nandina Street had a large patch of berry vines across the alley. That patch of briers was home to a sizable population of feral cats. Joleen had taken a liking to a young black tomcat. She was convinced she could catch him and tame him down.
A couple of weeks later, she came o...
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