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Before Harry came to live with me he had been adopted by a family that I was babysitting for, he was a kitten with way too much energy. To keep him separate from their elderly cat during the transition they had put him in a playpen with a blanket over the top. He escaped. They flipped it over. He escaped. When it came time to decide his name, I suggested Harry Houdini, because he was an escape artist. But Harry's feisty energy was too much for the family who had a new baby. He stole an entire turkey breast off the table when people were not paying attention. FEISTY!

The family was going to return him to foster care. For the third time. I couldn't let that happen, I said I will take him. Ten years later and he is still part of my family and still FEISTY.

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Harry gazes out the window and ponders on how tasty a pigeon would be. For Thanksgiving I have a Cornish hen, going to tell him a little fib that the pigeon is our dinner. Dreams can come true!

https://substack.com/@ziggywiggy/note/c-79153846?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=2knfuc

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