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February 22, 2009
I wake to dark skies and soft rain. When I open the bedroom blinds, it gladdens my heart to see Henry the stray-ish cat curled up in a little ball on the couch on the porch. Iím happy knowing that he feels safe enough to sleep there outside my window, safe from the cold and the rain that was his lot for so long. When I bring him food and water, he greets me at the door with his characteristic sounds. Though he will never be a house cat, I can still sneak in a few pets while he eats.