Last night Jimmy and Aunt Corrine came over. Jimmy drove. He is only 15. I could have killed him.... He goes to Elgin. It was beautiful yesterday. I picked rubarb and met some little kids in the neighborhood. Cinder Cat was outside with me.
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Cinder Cat
Cinder was my black cat. My father brought her home to me when I was 13. It was an unusual event because he always claimed to hate cats. He was working at someone's home who had one black kitten left of a litter. The cat would have been taken to a shelter later that week if someone hadn't taken her. My dad knew how much I wanted a cat and brought her home for me. She lived 17 years.
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