Little strangers

But round about St Marculf’s Day I began dreaming about adopting cats. One night I’d dream I was adopting my old cats, only they were young again. The next night, I dreamed about a kitten I’d never seen before. Next night it was an old moggy out of the animal shelter. By mid-July, I was howling, “All right, all right! We’ll get more cats!”

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