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To: maceng2 who wrote (196774)	2/28/2023 2:55:42 AM
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LOL ! A "fourth time" in my life... I was adopted by a feral cat that was wandering in the vineyard some years back... I don't know why... she just followed me home... and slowly ingratiated herself into our company... but... She wouldn't let anyone else come near her... much less touch her... The big dogs, Labradoodles and Shephards... were very good at keeping the deer out of the vineyard, and the coyotes out of the chickens... but, they were absolutely terrified of her... steered widely around when they were aware... and if not paying attention... learned to pay closer attention... with bloodied noses. They quickly learned to... tenuously... check every chair while shrinking away from them, before relaxing and walking past. She was not a large cat... smaller than average sized... wiry... usually had a sour and frightening expression on her face... which might melt away when she relaxed... which she was not often inclined to do. She had survived around the place for years outdoors... in a neighborhood with open space, eagles, and a coyote den just past the vineyard... and she had the scars and the temperament to prove her survival was no fluke... but the result of a package of attitude the sort of which I'd only seen once before... in a wolverine I ran across in the woods... She'd sit in my lap... get up and wander off... come back a minute or two later with a fresh killed rabbit that she intended to enjoy casually crunching on after regaining her perch... We understood each other... got along... but I had never named her. Sitting out in the shade of a tree one summer afternoon, when a friend stopped by. He narrowly avoided serious injury when approaching me too quickly with her dozing in my lap... And that's how she became "Snakebite"...

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