His name is Mr. Bernie and he was the most incredible cat. He had 26 toes. Mice feared him. We loved him. He died in a haying accident. I cried. That's been quite a few years ago.
Sometimes, when I turn into the farm driveway, I think I see Mr. Bernie nosing around the machine shed, getting ready to make a beeline for the house and a warm spot on the sofa. What a cat!
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