Poor Dudley I knew him well
My fondest memory of him is when I was going out to the trash barrel to burn some garbage for my dear mother-in-law and just as I lit the barrel and Dudley jumped out and scared me half to death . (by Art Post)
Dudley was a cat we took from somone who could not have him anymore...he ate a lot of my chickens and came to an untimely death with a 22 bullet...everyone was upset he was gone...even a poem was written for him...will post in future!
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