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Learning to Take Refuge

We have three cats that live on the homestead.  There's Sam, a black and white tuxedo.  There is Finn, a white albino.  And there is Enso, a gray tabby.   The first two, Sam and Finn, are house cats to their core.  They'll sit and look out the window on nice days, but they have zero interest in trying to venture outside. Enso, however, is another story.  During the spring and summer, he comes inside just long enough to eat, then he runs back outside to explore the woods that surround our property.   He likes to roll around in our garden mulch and he'd rather sleep in a pile of straw than a cat bed. However, his love of adventure cools a bit as the days grow shorter and the nights get colder.  During the Fall and Winter months Enso goes outside just long enough to ensure the grass is still where he left it, and then he retreats to the warm comfort of our home. I get a bit of a chuckle from his antics, but I'm glad we can offer Enso a place of refuge on the days when the
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