Mu came to us as a refugee from the halls of our vintage apartment block. Two days later, she went into heat and sought every HB pencil in the place. She was a lovely cat, if sometimes – like a cat – prone to get my short fuse smoldering with her species-specific antics.
Her end came one afternoon in Winnipeg's west end, when she jumped into a fenced yard containing two Dobermans.
On this day, however, she roared awake from her nap.
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