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Of my life and times with Christopher Robin

Christopher Robin has disappeared. For those who don’t remember, Christopher Robin is the stray cat I’ve been feeding for seven years. His mother, Saint Francis, was the first to sit on my open side porch and meow prettily for food. One day, St. Francis brought her three kittens to be fed. That was the first clue I had that St. Francis was a girl.

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