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	<description>In the midst of life I woke to find myself living in an old house beside Brick Lane in the East End of London</description>
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		By: G.E. Stinson		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[G.E. Stinson]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2016 20:59:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[beautiful and poignant.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>beautiful and poignant.</p>
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		By: Melanie		</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2014 06:15:49 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[We had two lovely cats Mozart and Haydn they were brother and sister. We had just lost the previous cat through diabetes and I was crying and missing him then I saw an advert saying &quot;Musical kittens for sale&quot;. It was advertised at the music school where my daughter was learning to play the cello at a young age. I said &quot;Let&#039;s go and have a look&quot;. We all (four of us, hubby, daughter, son and me) went to this house and the house was an absolute mess. Piles of books all over the floor, boxes of all kinds, we waded through between boxes and books and there was a most gorgeous tiny tortoiseshell kitten washing herself in an old winged armchair. She was a sight to behold and the black and white cat was scared at seeing us ran and went behind a washing machine. I said we will have them both but the black and white one was stuck behind the washing machine, the owner and the son pulled the machine out and got the kitten out. On the table in one corner was a piece of paper saying Concert at &quot;..... Playing Mozart and Haydn on ......&quot; I named the two kittens Mozart and Haydn and they grew up with the kids with Haydn aged 12 and Mozart, the tortoiseshell aged 19 years. They were members of the family.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We had two lovely cats Mozart and Haydn they were brother and sister. We had just lost the previous cat through diabetes and I was crying and missing him then I saw an advert saying &#8220;Musical kittens for sale&#8221;. It was advertised at the music school where my daughter was learning to play the cello at a young age. I said &#8220;Let&#8217;s go and have a look&#8221;. We all (four of us, hubby, daughter, son and me) went to this house and the house was an absolute mess. Piles of books all over the floor, boxes of all kinds, we waded through between boxes and books and there was a most gorgeous tiny tortoiseshell kitten washing herself in an old winged armchair. She was a sight to behold and the black and white cat was scared at seeing us ran and went behind a washing machine. I said we will have them both but the black and white one was stuck behind the washing machine, the owner and the son pulled the machine out and got the kitten out. On the table in one corner was a piece of paper saying Concert at &#8220;&#8230;.. Playing Mozart and Haydn on &#8230;&#8230;&#8221; I named the two kittens Mozart and Haydn and they grew up with the kids with Haydn aged 12 and Mozart, the tortoiseshell aged 19 years. They were members of the family.</p>
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		By: Vicky		</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My feelings are similar to those held by you eight years ago, about cats &#038; dogs and pet loving folk.  My partner and I live in a caravan in an old cider-apple orchard on a traditional farm in Devon.  We liken it to living in a &#039;hide&#039;.  From our window overlooking the orchard and an ancient hedgerow we watch the bird life in its every detail. We all live up close, the birds our neighbours.  But one of the farm cats roams away from the barns, his designated territory where he&#039;s employed to catch rats, and treats itself regularly to cat and mouse games with the birds, especially with newly fledged chicks.  The dogs are no better, just as destructive, they kill for the fun.  My problem is this,  they&#039;re not part of the food cycle, not food in the chain, just out for a game.

But! I have experienced the other side also, kept cats and kittens, and your heartfelt piece reminds me what pleasure they bring and your expression of this here is quite touching .. and keeps me in my place.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My feelings are similar to those held by you eight years ago, about cats &amp; dogs and pet loving folk.  My partner and I live in a caravan in an old cider-apple orchard on a traditional farm in Devon.  We liken it to living in a &#8216;hide&#8217;.  From our window overlooking the orchard and an ancient hedgerow we watch the bird life in its every detail. We all live up close, the birds our neighbours.  But one of the farm cats roams away from the barns, his designated territory where he&#8217;s employed to catch rats, and treats itself regularly to cat and mouse games with the birds, especially with newly fledged chicks.  The dogs are no better, just as destructive, they kill for the fun.  My problem is this,  they&#8217;re not part of the food cycle, not food in the chain, just out for a game.</p>
<p>But! I have experienced the other side also, kept cats and kittens, and your heartfelt piece reminds me what pleasure they bring and your expression of this here is quite touching .. and keeps me in my place.</p>
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		By: Michelle		</title>
		<link>https://spitalfieldslife.com/2009/09/15/mr-pussy-enjoys-the-sun/#comment-677</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 22:02:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[This post is beautiful. What a wonderful and moving story. Thank you for sharing it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post is beautiful. What a wonderful and moving story. Thank you for sharing it.</p>
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