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Wickett had lived a pretty good life. He was 15 or so years old, and he had always been prone to little abscesses. He developed a big tumor on his chin, and eventually it spread down his throat, so we had to have him put to sleep. Until he quit eating, he acted very normally. He was living in our cabin in Arkansas with my brother. He was really a big lunk, but a lot of fun to have around.
I know a number of truckers who have a "truck cat." They won't defend the truck like a dog, but as long as they have a litter box, they are almost no trouble at all. They get used to riding in just a few hours.
I know a number of truckers who have a "truck cat." They won't defend the truck like a dog, but as long as they have a litter box, they are almost no trouble at all. They get used to riding in just a few hours.
