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  • Spud went missing three weeks ago after Tosh, his life long companion was put down due to the brain seizures he was having.

    Since then I have have heard him howling through my walls. Trapped in the cavity between bricks and I. I have tried to locate him. I attempted to break into the next doors coal house and saw the tail of him disappearing into the beams above. He, a long time disbeliever in humans. Last night I called Barbara, who he has left to begin his sojourn in my walls and the RSPCA. We discovered that he is not trapped in the true sense of the word. He can get out if he chooses.

    I think he is trapped by his loss and his fear and his grieving. Soaking my walls in his mourning. Letting me know how it feels to be alone.

    Oh Spud. I already know. We call it the Human Condition. But it's not is it? It's just part of Being, that's all.

    (this photo is not Spud. This is Smokey Joe, who is the stray I have been feeding which has disgusted my two - ThunderCat & π. Though I've told them I'm not sorry)

    Update: Spud came home. I just popped round to see him. He is sat on Barbara's fridge.
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