finding fluffy
Apr 24, 2020
3 minutes
By Marcy DeAntonio Altoona, Pennsylvania
The conditions outside weren’t fit for man or beast. Or cat. Especially our big gray cat, Fluffy, who was probably curled up in a patch of daylight in the greenhouse and flower shop we ran next to our house. The snow was piled high where the plows had come through. It looked as if it was going to be a quiet day for our family business.
Then a car pulled up. I went outside to see if it was a customer. The
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