Buried a dead stray cat around 8 this morning. Had to go buy a shovel first, which must have been amusing to the people at the hardware store. Me, on the verge of tears and half in my pajamas, asking where the shovels are at. I called him (her?) Pumpkin, but he was shy and didn't let me pet him much. Still ate from my porch bowl, which makes me
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