Ollie refused to look at me when I tried to get her attention, so this perfectly encompasses her personality.
Standing in the front yard of her property at West Homer Street on Thursday, Jeannette Cooper carefully opened the black metal hatch on the red door of a grey wooden structure. The top floor of the multi-leveled housing unit revealed several untouched food bowls and a heated water dish. And, somewhere, a hiding Cloudy. The […]
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