Grab a Bowl

Before my family moved up north my cat, Thorn ran away.

I hate that – ran away- the sound it makes. He needed some fresh air

and he went out as he always did with the expectation to come back to his family.

Only to find the house empty, torn apart and his family no where to be seen.

This one is for Oliver, and for Thorn – my children.

l/r

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