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I am not a movie buff . . . and my friends have recently taken it upon themselves to catch me up to speed. This weekend’s classic:

The back story, and the cat I never told you about:

Before I left for the beach, South Carolina, or Greece, I found a cat . . . under a bush . . . when I was running . . . past the bowling alley . . . on a five lane road.  Said cat was hurt pretty badly and my friend and I decided that we should do something about it.  Short story shorter:  Awesome veterinarians healed the cat, added a few shots and a few stitches, and then. . . the cat moved to my house . . . and then I went away.

If you know anything about me, or have glanced at the “about me” section of this blog, you might gather that cats aren’t exactly my forte. It’s not for lack of trying, but generally speaking, cats just don’t like me, and I don’t particularly care for them.  This cat was quite different though.  She is more like a dog, and when I found her, she had (and still has) a mohawk.  For real.  Anyway, fortunately for me (and all parties involved), John (my most favorite dog sitter) fell in love with the cat while I was in Greece.  She has since moved in with John and was named Holly . . . after Holly Golightly . . . from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  Which, until yesterday, was a movie that I had never seen.  But now I have seen the movie.  And now I get it.

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