A tribute to the outside cat, aka The OC. He wasn't the nicest cat in the world, or the brightest for that matter. I'll never forget the time I had to pull two burrs out of his mouth with tweezers; if you don't think that's a big deal, you try it with a cat that didn't even want to be petted, much less restrained. For all his faults, The OC was a cool cat that always accompanied me for walks on the beach and was happiest when you just left him alone in his box on the porch.
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