Wherever we go, Havana is bound to find stray cats and give them TLC. When she heard some meows and howling below our (third story) window late one night, she made Don go down to to try to find it. When we were walking home from her birthday dinner, she found a few hanging in the bushes. And when we went to the mountains, she found one and fed it enough fish to fill it's belly.
Havana remains the cat whisperer and cats around the globe are lucky when she she crosses their path.
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