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4/29/04-Smokey was both her color and her name claws never trimmed or removed she had become a little wild and lived outside mainly in the back there under the porch she had her young one day when everyone was gone a burglar broke open the gate to find an easy way into the vacant place surprising the feline who screamed sprang and clawed up his face tore an eye half out with a roar himself he threw her off smashing her badly against the house stomped one of her unlucky kittens and ran off in pain smokey was never the same and hid from all humans we glimpsed her months later at dusk on the edge of a nearby wood she seemed to remember us but could not be enticed out after a pause as though considering it she turned and darted away into the trees' darkness limping still on one deformed back leg we had looked after and raised her surviving offspring but except for that one time never saw their mother again...
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