talk about being in the wrong place at the right time! if i hadn’t been chasing after that which-shall-not-be-mentioned located just below my tail, crazy-eights style across 2 lanes of what apparently becomes a four lane overpass for the attiki odos highway, i would not be a novice blogger today!
rescued. that’s what tula called it. she said i had been rescued. she welcomed me into the family and then daily reminded me to bugger off. i was about 4 human months old. she was 8 human years old. so really, she was like 51 and not in the mood for rough stuff. tula was a survivor. and now that i am 3 h.y.o. or shall i say 28, well, i realize that i am too.
welcome to my blog. my goal, in honor of tula, is to leave a pawprint of sorts behind.
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