Hank, the venerable pussycat who'd traumatised friends and neighbours by disappearing has calmly returned. I'm pleased to report he's none the worse for his experience, wherever it's been. He is an old fraud.
That's not him in the washing basket, that's Dylan, who's sneaked into this post.
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He's back as in, I mourned his passing in error?
O joy!
I will never forget the day he was reclining in the spring sun with a robin perched on his furry flank, the pair of them utterly unconcerned and acting as if cat and bird always lived in peaceful harmony since the dawn of time
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