Zina was a marina cat in Savannah when my son was living aboard his sailboat. She came walking down the dock when he was making a tuna sandwich in the cockpit. He gave her some tuna and she never left. She came with when he moved back to Maine and somehow ended up with us.
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She’s curled up right now at the foot of the bed.