While my dog, Una, is a poet at heart, our cat, Luke, is an international cat of mystery.
When we adopted the orphan white and ginger cat with food allergies, we had no idea we were bringing home a feline James Bond. Whether prowling the kitchen, looking for ninjas disguised as mice, or lounging on the back of a chair, as if lying on the beaches of Southern France, Luke is calm, cool and collected.
I would add that he is pretty, but as my husband, The Gryphon, reminds me, boy cats are not pretty; they are fierce. Luke is, indeed, fierce in both senses of the word.
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