Pluto was my brother Tony’s cat. My mother found her under a tire well before he took her in. They roomed at the Artist Colony where Pluto learned the virtue of patience. I adopted her some time after when I learned patience too, plus plants. We had many adventures, mostly slow. She went back to the streets one day soon after I rescued my dog Juice and shared our home with him. Forgive me Pluton.
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Fare thee well Plutus! For yee is too sweet and too gentle to remain astray.