Not

This sweet little kitty was a stray who showed up in our backyard one day a few years ago and refused to leave. One rainy, cool fall day I looked out the window to see her licking birdseed off the ground. That broke my heart, so I put out some tuna, and thus began our friendship. My husband and kids would look out the window and say, “Mom, there’s your cat!” and I would reply “That’s NOT my cat.” Eventually we just started calling her Not. We miss her and look forward to seeing her again someday.

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