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Alright. I've got to quit posting. I had to bring some attention to this post on "A Sunny Place for Shady People"

Over the last year we have been diligently feeding two young feral cats from the south garden. One, Scooter, we found under the house's eaves. Another, Sarah, hearing of our bounty, also enlisted in our S corps of cats. (We have no idea what sex these animals are.) We've found the ideal bond with these creatures: we feed and water them and they spare us their arrorance. Low maintenance pets suit us. No vet bills, litter boxes, flea collars, no demanding purring and no scratches on the hands. We keep a respectful distance, as do they. But we felinophiles enjoy their feeding rituals, stately postures and condescending stares through the sliding door. We look forward to greeting them every evening. The Cat Elegant. The Cat Supine. The Cat Attic. T. S. Eliot opined that a cat must have three names. Three Names in Nine Lives?

Not only do I like the name of the blog, but I really like the phrase "S corps of cats". I've never thought of a bunch of cats as an S-Corporation, but that's what it is!