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No, they were with tails. Conceived and born within a metre of my bed-head 15 years ago so I can hardly complain. But, as you say, sad. Chief (Nabpcat) stopped hunting a year or so ago - that had an upside, especially if the sound of rodent skulls being munched under the bed keeps one awake. His sister (Abpcat) was always more lady-like. Their sire, when not attempting incest, was otherwise the perfect gentleman. Came in one evening, refused food, sat with head on bottom step of the stairs and with a soft thump twenty minutes later dropped dead.
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David V
Lord Finchley tried to mend the electric light
Himself. It struck him dead and serve him right
It is the duty of the wealthy man
To give employment to the artisan
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