Three has been missing for the past few days ever since a heavy downpour on Fri afternoon. She usually hides in the drain in the park, but she will appear rain or shine, day or night. I miss her running and weaving between my legs, trying to bite my hand when I try touching her, rubbing herself against my legs when I squat, rolling around on her back when she's relaxing.
She's the only community cat we can't touch like the others but we love her because she's part of the family.
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