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Sarahs Bunting past.
I was 28, no greys. I had two
cats, one grey. I lived, for a moment, in a loft in Toronto I was subletting
from a college friend. The cats have gone. They are also …
Years ago, my parents won a day trip in some sort of silent auction, a boat trip that would take us all around the island of Manhattan.
I have another foster cat. Her provisional name is “Loofah,” but I’ve already nicknamed her “Sweet Loo,” because she is very sweet.
I’ve (re-)discovered a few things over the course of the recent Days Of Rage. Some of them are great!
We bought at the bottom of the market but still paid too much for our house, a creaking lemon held together by wood paneling and ancient nests of wiring.
