Pale Face

By Debbie Boen | June 23, 2007 |

I knew the cat was still on our property by the almost empty food bowl that I put out each night.  For weeks I had sightings of him, usually at night.  

“Your friend is out there meowing,” David told me one evening.  The cat greeted me and let me pet him; he couldn’t turn around quick enough to get another pet.  His bones stuck out from being so skinny.  A noise startled him and he took off and hid. «Read the rest of this article»

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