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Boris was a beat-up old moggy who lurked around my place for years, after I first moved into this unit in North Bundaberg. He would piss on my screen door almost daily – that pungent acrid lemony smell wafted through my entire unit. I would chase him away whenever I saw him. Until I changed tactics and gave him a feed. He stopped peeing on my door. Even allowed me to stroke him while he was eating. His fur was matted, and his body lumpy with battle scars. An old codger, but still a warrior. I soon got to love ol’ Boris. And he stopped running away from me.
Boris disappeared after the Bundaberg flood late January 2013. I guess the nearby caravan park – wiped out after the flood – was part of his main rounds. So he took off. Either that, or he came to grief, or died from old age. Whatever, I will miss you Boris.
BELOW: “BORIS” PAINTING, AND THE REAL BORIS. SADLY MISSED (ABOVE), THE OLD CODGER. LOVE THAT FACE HA HA.
