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  1. That was me and, probably, Richard McCluskey, taking off for Vancouver. Can’t remember why, but it wasn’t for long. The cat’s name was OP (for Other Pussy) because she showed up as a stray when I was staying in a Sandpiper cabin. She would sneak in and eat my cat’s food until I finally gave up and took her in. She lived with me for at least eleven more years.
    Tom

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