I used to have a whole crew of feral cats at my campsite (l to r: Owl, Scaredy Cat, Mini Scaredy, Fatty). They’d all show up in the morning for breakfast — usually 7 or 8 of them. They’d eat. And then they’d all head off in different directions — north, south, east and west. Each of them had their own particular territory.
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.
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