I’ve not seen him for ages, not since I spotted him sitting on some strange bag lady’s lap. I’ll admit I held secret fears that perhaps she’d eaten him.
But no, there he was, sitting amongst the plant life that surrounds the station ramp. I’m glad he’s still around, it's a little like spotting a live Budda.
One day I may even manage to get a photograph of him.
It seems Sydney has a bit of a history with white cats (page 10).
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((have you seen bebe Hush?))
No :(
I hate Nature. Too hard.
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