A Tale of Two Kitties
(Page 6 of 6)
July/August 1987
By David Petersen
Which brings us back to poor old Tom cat.
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Well, Tom miraculously survived his ordeal by flight that fateful evening, but he ain't been his old self since. Sure, he still hunts—best he can after having only partially recovered from a broken neck and a talon-punctured eardrum. These days old Tom has to do his stalking, chasing and pouncing with a gimped-up front end, spying out his prey with seriously crossed eyes. And to compound his war wounds, Tom's hunting abilities are further limited by his recently acquired habit of constantly looking up whenever he leaves the house. Which isn't nearly as often as it used to be.
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