I have a soft spot for the feral cats behind our house. Sometimes vicious, dirty, sick or ugly, they are not too different from the kitty I cuddle with every night. Someone else feeds them but does nothing more to care for them, and I wish I could offer each of them a loving scratch behind the ears. The most I've done is shovel up a dead one, and call animal services about an injured one. And I let them sit in my garden. This handsome marmalade is new, and I wouldn't mind if he lingered.
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