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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Meowlon labe



Coyote is our Queen of Cats; she is pushing 19-years-old; she was 4-years-old when we found her at a shelter.

Soon after adoption we discovered how Coyote earned her given name; when she wants attention, she howls like a coyote. 

Judging by her choice of personal protection, she may be planning a trip to New York State.

(NOTE: Obviously, I was just being silly; Coyote prefers to carry a Seecamp.  The replica flintlock pistol has a broken spring, and for the photo I rechecked it to make sure it had no primer powder and that the bore was void of powder and ball.  That powder flask is genuine and well over a century old.)


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