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K Mark Schofer

Our grandson calls our cat SkyCat. We came back from an extended trip yesterday to find Sky Cat missing.

Last night she strolled into the yard like a water color in the rain with no time for explanation.

My only realistic guess is she took the train up to Seattle to pay a visit to Arthur. Or possibly a trip to Jupiter where they could meet up.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.