Figaro is Speaking to me – But Just Barely
July 22nd 2009 21:00
Remember Figaro? The slim black cat that used to walk me home? The last time I saw him he bit me after I gave him one stroke too many.
I hadn’t seen Figaro for weeks so it was no wonder that I got a scare from him when he walked past me the other day. I looked down and saw his sleek graceful form. I said “Hello, Figaro.” He started to walk away before he turned and came back to me. He rubbed his body against my legs before walking off again. I called out his name but this time he ignored me and continued his way. Oh well.
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