The roving ministerial team tells me this innocent-looking calico cat was once prideful, spiteful and vindictive. She now volunteers as a drapery repair seamstress, devoting herself to a life of atonement for past misdeeds.

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The cats of Kensington Market live a squalid existence, subsisting on castoff fish guts and the occasional handout of questionable provenance from departing Roach-O-Rama patrons. We got this one into treatment just in time. I’m hopeful for her future, but staff at the clinic tell me that brownies keep disappearing from the communal kitchen. It’s a long road, Augusta, but it’s worth it.

I met this lovely lady on a Bloorcourt street corner. At the time, she was single-handedly raising a litter of newborns. I have heard through Pluto that they are all doing well in school.