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	<title>Art For Dorks by Laura Devendorf</title>
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	<description>Illustrations and stories inspired by jaunts in and around Santa Barbara.</description>
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		<title>Leopold Vector VonCuddlepants: ?? - ??</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 22:47:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My little Leo has left me to take part in what I like to think is a &#8220;bender&#8221; and not something more frightening.  This is what cats do, I suppose.  Anyway, I made this painting to give one last homage to my peachy pal.  It&#8217;s not a memorial because I just don&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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My little Leo has left me to take part in what I like to think is a &#8220;bender&#8221; and not something more frightening.  This is what cats do, I suppose.  Anyway, I made this painting to give one last homage to my peachy pal.  It&#8217;s not a memorial because I just don&#8217;t know where he is.  He used to be there everyday when I got home.  I&#8217;d walk down the drive way and call his name and he&#8217;d meet me at the door.  One day I called and he didn&#8217;t meet me.  So it goes.  It makes you wonder where these cats come from.  I picked him up from the pound two Marches ago and had no idea how long he had lived, where he had lived or what his favorite color was.  Then we lived together for a few years and now he&#8217;s right back in the unknownland that he started from.  It&#8217;s like he just comes into and out of oblivion, which is maybe why I&#8217;m not more upset about the whole situation. It has it&#8217;s very own odd sense of closure.  Goodbye my friend and good luck out there.  </p>
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