| Our neighbor just lost their cat (which we watch half the year)....Her niece wrote the following...
Ode to Montana
Montana, Montana,
With your eyes so green,
Your movements and presence
Spoke of the serene.
What will we do
Without you on the scene?
Curled up in your basket...
We'd look for you there.
Or maybe you'd join us
On your favorite chair.
We'll miss you, we honor you,
Fine feline you were.
And we'll always remember
Your beautiful black fur.
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Beware the fritters and the fish!
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