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I saw Bob in a secondhand shop and fell in love.  I over heard people discussing his weight and issues with his short shorts. I fell in love with his eyes.  They look so judged and that is how I often feel, be it all in my mind or reality.

He is lovely to hug too and like his brethren he won’t give away my secrets. I may knit him a jersey that fits a lot better on him.  His name was gifted from the shop and suits him.

All the cats have poked at him on his spot on our couch. But just sits. Great company in his silent way.



I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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