We have a new cat, a long-haired white beast with some dark gray smudges. He’s apparently about eight years old, according to the vet. We had to adopt him because he was a stray who had been hanging around on our back porch for months, always wanting to be let in; fortunately he turned out to be healthy, testing negative for everything — even ear mites.

His name, as you can guess from the title of this post, is Douglas (because he has so much fur).


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