My Charlie

Soon, the tiny kitten, who actually never grew to be big, could be seen roaming around the northern end of Kabul where we lived. She would be gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time, but she always came home, seemingly unaffected by the world outside. When she was home, she would sit on an ottoman in the living room and sometimes watch the movements happening on my TV. Sometimes she would just follow the people who worked for me, the gardener and the guards, sitting by them as if she were an old friend come

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