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Punkin spends most of the day in the cat beds by the upstairs patio window. She tries not to let the annoying human with the camera disturb her rest.

I am beginning to see the subtle signs of age nibbling around her edges--the sharper bones, the ragged coat, the wear in her eyes. It makes me sad. I know I am not going to get to keep Punkin as long as I want. I knew that going in but mortality is a very abstract concept when you are holding a three-week-old kitten. Fourteen years later, the prospect is more real.

I treasure this stubborn, sweet-natured, sensitive little soul.

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