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contact the animal shelters. Next day was Sunday, the weather was beautiful and I was half-asleep on my lawn chair in the garden. It was late in the afternoon when a cat started to chew on my fingers. I opened my eyes and there was Tom. He was a bit
nervous, probably afraid I would punish him. I didn't of course. I examined Tom and he appeared to be all right. He had no scratches on his face and body so I figured he hadn't been fighting. He smelled a bit stuffy though, as if he had spent the entire
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