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	<title>Comments on: Sparky can swim!</title>
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		<title>By: Fox Haven Journal &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Time Flies, and Swallows Too</title>
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		<description>[...] Sparky was a one-of-a-kind cat that we all loved, more like a dog really, and one of those animals you always remember.  He would jump into my lap while I was on the tractor, and follow me around while I worked.  The young boy would carry him everywhere and Sparky gladly went along.  He didn&#8217;t hunt much of anything, but had a good life, happy and carefree, and wouldn&#8217;t have wanted to be anywhere else but outside.  He used to love playing on the pond ice in winter- one time racing all around chasing a little chunk.  Another time he actually fell into the pond! [...]</description>
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