Fifty first names only

It was almost 10 years ago when my wife brought home a “foster” cat one afternoon following her volunteer shift at Mary’s Kitty Korner in Granby, Conn. I put foster in quotes because, if you know Dee Dee at all, this was a full-on adoption right from the start. He would be joining big brothers Dude and Shelby.

The cat, named “Patches” by the Kitty Korner staff because of the leopard-like bare spots all over its back from excessive licking, had worn a large . . .

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