Mini Scaredy is all in with the concept of the tent now. Last night she curled up with me on my blankets all night long. Purring the whole time. As the bitter, frigid winds howled across the woods, outside the tent, the whole night. . . It must seem like a form of magic to her. How I congered up out of nowhere this little oasis of peace and warmth amidst the storms.
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Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order. View all posts by Ace Backwords