Boogs was an apparently abandoned cat that found it's way to my husband's sister and brother-in-law's house. She thinks he settled in there about the year 2010. He became a porch-mate to Yeower, and like Yeower, he continually journeyed around a corner to presumably check for the return of his owners, except Boogs went around the northwest corner. He did this regularly for a year or two, then eventually less often.
His exact year of birth is unknown so the year used is an estimate. He had some kind of nasal condition that caused him to have a recurring stuffy and runny nose, hence, the name Boogers; but I sometimes called him Schnozie as well. His adoptive parents took him for veterinary care and he was put on a course of medication but the condition continued and was possibly allergies.
Boogs was extraordinarily affectionate, gentle, and friendly to all. He even had canine friends he would greet at the sidewalk when they came by with their owners. Occasionally, he would come across the street and "help" my husband and I with a project or yardwork by planting himself in the middle of the work area until you gave up in exasperation! (I believe he was "helpful" at home at the Nielsen's as well.) As he aged though, he slowed down a bit and spent more time snoozing on their front porch.
In the late summer of 2015, Boogs disappeared. Searches of shrubs, bushes, and front porches on neighboring blocks were to no avail. I spoke to the owner of his favorite canine friend who had not seen him, but promised to keep an eye out for him on his walks. This was the summer our rescued stray Black-Black (mostly inside cat), suffered a major health crises that eventually led to his death the following year. In keeping a closer eye on Black-Black's outings, I spotted Boogs around the northeast corner with another cat going just inside a slightly raised garage door to eat. In late October, he started coming back to enjoy the warmth against the front of the Nielsen's house and by mid-November, he began staying there again.
The beginning of the end for such a special cat began on Friday, August 12th 2016. Our brother-in-law, returning from an early morning run, was followed by the corner neighbor's Siberian Huskies to his front door. The younger female became curious about Boogs and he swatted at her to back her up. The older male then grabbed Boogs and took off with our brother-in-law in pursuit down the sidewalk towards their house on the corner. When the dog dropped Boogs, our brother-in-law grabbed him up and held him overhead while getting back to his front door with Boogs biting him in panic and the older Husky jumping high in the air in determination of regaining his prey. When our brother-in-law opened his front door, the Husky tried to get into the house. Thankfully, Boogs was not injured in the fracas. In the meantime, my sister-in-law pounded on the corner neighbor's door to demand they retrieve and put their dogs inside and to repair and secure their fence! They put some kind of metal pieces against the loose boards.
Boogs hated being kept inside and was let back out on the porch on Saturday. Very late that night my husband heard one loud yowl, not that unusual in our neighborhood with a number of loose cats. When Boogs was not on the porch the next day, we all feared the worst. While looking for him, I saw something very alarming on the corner neighbor's grass; though the multitude of clumps of long, medium and dark grey cat hair was not from Boogs, a cat would not have escaped from what had occurred there. I didn't connect the hair to any of our cats, but my sister-in-law thought it could possibly be Smokey; a longhair female, and one of three young siblings, who along with their Himalayan mother, were trapped, spayed and neutered in early spring of 2013. Smokey kept evading the traps so she had finally just grabbed her up and put her in a carrier, receiving some really awful scratches in the process. The brothers stayed close by, but Smokey and the mom moved around the southeast corner with Smokey regularly coming back to eat and traveling along the corner neighbor's fence. I too, believed it was Smokey. (Update 5/3/17 - During their morning walk, the Nielsen's spotted Smokey around the southeast corner!!) After multiple searches, Boogs was still not to be found.
At about sunset on Sunday, August 21st, I was totally surprised and overjoyed to see Boogs on our porch! I fed him and grabbed an on-hand plastic bin and hoped he would stay. When I sneaked out later to check, he was snoozing away in the bin. We were all relieved he was okay and seemingly happy staying here. The next three days were perfect, and Boogs loved the bin. On Tuesday morning I moved it up near the front door and in the warm afternoons he slept peacefully on top, a content and relaxed cat.
Early Thursday morning, on August 25th at about 3:30 a.m., the Siberian Huskies attacked at our house. The ensuing noise woke my husband who gave chase to the dogs that were taking Boogs across the street. His sister heard the commotion outside their window and with my husband kept the dogs from tearing that dear little cat apart. (I believe Boogs died while being violently pulled out of the bin and slammed against the nearby post. Our security camera clearly captured the assault.) Astoundingly, while my husband and his sister were trying to retrieve Boogs from the dogs on her neighbor's lawn, the young adult male owner came with a plastic fast-food take-out bag for the cat. (No thank you, we bury our dead and just how many dead cat's remains have you bagged and thrown in the garbage?) Later, my husband watched more video and found an earlier attack on two of our younger males and an older male Manx immediately preceeding the assault on Boogs. They had been chased back and forth across the street and barely escaped by getting under vehicles.
Two City Police Officers responded to my sister-in-law's phone call and talked to us and the dogs' owner. They evidently wrote up a report for the Department's Community Service Officer who came later that morning to interview us and to watch and record the video of the dogs' attacks. We were told the owner would receive a citation for the dogs being off leash. Any other information on possible additional citations or legal actions have not been shared with us. The owners have made a better attempt at securing their fence and it appears the older male Husky is either being kept in the house, is staying elsewhere, or possibly had to be surrendered if it had a record of a prior incident. The younger immature female Husky remains on the property.
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I will always regret my lack of forethought in letting Boogs stay on the front porch. He should have been moved to the back yard to settle in with the other cats. He may not have stayed, but he should have had the chance. After he was killed, my husband would wake in alarm when the younger cats made noise going over the fence at night and I worried about old Manxy always being out front here and across the street. He also has obvious health issues (dental and an old recurring abscess, both of which have undoubtedly long since become systemic). My sister-in-law wondered if Manxy was declawed because he never tries to go over fences. My husband cut a hole in the bottom of the fence so the cats could come and go quietly and let Manxy come into the back on his own. The younger cats and Manxy do use the opening. Manxy was not really sociable, only let me lightly touch him and is rather unfriendly to the other cats but they peacefully coexist. In spending time with Manxy on the patio, I observed him trying to work his front paws on a soft outdoor mat and he is declawed. He is no longer limited to a life without access to a way of escaping danger.
- Update 10/4/2017: After Manxy settled in, the opening was blocked and Manxy is now confined to the safety of the back yard. He used to check the opening but no longer does so. Though Manxy is still aloof with the other cats, he generally doesn't go after certain ones as he once did.
His exact year of birth is unknown so the year used is an estimate. He had some kind of nasal condition that caused him to have a recurring stuffy and runny nose, hence, the name Boogers; but I sometimes called him Schnozie as well. His adoptive parents took him for veterinary care and he was put on a course of medication but the condition continued and was possibly allergies.
Boogs was extraordinarily affectionate, gentle, and friendly to all. He even had canine friends he would greet at the sidewalk when they came by with their owners. Occasionally, he would come across the street and "help" my husband and I with a project or yardwork by planting himself in the middle of the work area until you gave up in exasperation! (I believe he was "helpful" at home at the Nielsen's as well.) As he aged though, he slowed down a bit and spent more time snoozing on their front porch.
In the late summer of 2015, Boogs disappeared. Searches of shrubs, bushes, and front porches on neighboring blocks were to no avail. I spoke to the owner of his favorite canine friend who had not seen him, but promised to keep an eye out for him on his walks. This was the summer our rescued stray Black-Black (mostly inside cat), suffered a major health crises that eventually led to his death the following year. In keeping a closer eye on Black-Black's outings, I spotted Boogs around the northeast corner with another cat going just inside a slightly raised garage door to eat. In late October, he started coming back to enjoy the warmth against the front of the Nielsen's house and by mid-November, he began staying there again.
The beginning of the end for such a special cat began on Friday, August 12th 2016. Our brother-in-law, returning from an early morning run, was followed by the corner neighbor's Siberian Huskies to his front door. The younger female became curious about Boogs and he swatted at her to back her up. The older male then grabbed Boogs and took off with our brother-in-law in pursuit down the sidewalk towards their house on the corner. When the dog dropped Boogs, our brother-in-law grabbed him up and held him overhead while getting back to his front door with Boogs biting him in panic and the older Husky jumping high in the air in determination of regaining his prey. When our brother-in-law opened his front door, the Husky tried to get into the house. Thankfully, Boogs was not injured in the fracas. In the meantime, my sister-in-law pounded on the corner neighbor's door to demand they retrieve and put their dogs inside and to repair and secure their fence! They put some kind of metal pieces against the loose boards.
Boogs hated being kept inside and was let back out on the porch on Saturday. Very late that night my husband heard one loud yowl, not that unusual in our neighborhood with a number of loose cats. When Boogs was not on the porch the next day, we all feared the worst. While looking for him, I saw something very alarming on the corner neighbor's grass; though the multitude of clumps of long, medium and dark grey cat hair was not from Boogs, a cat would not have escaped from what had occurred there. I didn't connect the hair to any of our cats, but my sister-in-law thought it could possibly be Smokey; a longhair female, and one of three young siblings, who along with their Himalayan mother, were trapped, spayed and neutered in early spring of 2013. Smokey kept evading the traps so she had finally just grabbed her up and put her in a carrier, receiving some really awful scratches in the process. The brothers stayed close by, but Smokey and the mom moved around the southeast corner with Smokey regularly coming back to eat and traveling along the corner neighbor's fence. I too, believed it was Smokey. (Update 5/3/17 - During their morning walk, the Nielsen's spotted Smokey around the southeast corner!!) After multiple searches, Boogs was still not to be found.
At about sunset on Sunday, August 21st, I was totally surprised and overjoyed to see Boogs on our porch! I fed him and grabbed an on-hand plastic bin and hoped he would stay. When I sneaked out later to check, he was snoozing away in the bin. We were all relieved he was okay and seemingly happy staying here. The next three days were perfect, and Boogs loved the bin. On Tuesday morning I moved it up near the front door and in the warm afternoons he slept peacefully on top, a content and relaxed cat.
Early Thursday morning, on August 25th at about 3:30 a.m., the Siberian Huskies attacked at our house. The ensuing noise woke my husband who gave chase to the dogs that were taking Boogs across the street. His sister heard the commotion outside their window and with my husband kept the dogs from tearing that dear little cat apart. (I believe Boogs died while being violently pulled out of the bin and slammed against the nearby post. Our security camera clearly captured the assault.) Astoundingly, while my husband and his sister were trying to retrieve Boogs from the dogs on her neighbor's lawn, the young adult male owner came with a plastic fast-food take-out bag for the cat. (No thank you, we bury our dead and just how many dead cat's remains have you bagged and thrown in the garbage?) Later, my husband watched more video and found an earlier attack on two of our younger males and an older male Manx immediately preceeding the assault on Boogs. They had been chased back and forth across the street and barely escaped by getting under vehicles.
Two City Police Officers responded to my sister-in-law's phone call and talked to us and the dogs' owner. They evidently wrote up a report for the Department's Community Service Officer who came later that morning to interview us and to watch and record the video of the dogs' attacks. We were told the owner would receive a citation for the dogs being off leash. Any other information on possible additional citations or legal actions have not been shared with us. The owners have made a better attempt at securing their fence and it appears the older male Husky is either being kept in the house, is staying elsewhere, or possibly had to be surrendered if it had a record of a prior incident. The younger immature female Husky remains on the property.
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I will always regret my lack of forethought in letting Boogs stay on the front porch. He should have been moved to the back yard to settle in with the other cats. He may not have stayed, but he should have had the chance. After he was killed, my husband would wake in alarm when the younger cats made noise going over the fence at night and I worried about old Manxy always being out front here and across the street. He also has obvious health issues (dental and an old recurring abscess, both of which have undoubtedly long since become systemic). My sister-in-law wondered if Manxy was declawed because he never tries to go over fences. My husband cut a hole in the bottom of the fence so the cats could come and go quietly and let Manxy come into the back on his own. The younger cats and Manxy do use the opening. Manxy was not really sociable, only let me lightly touch him and is rather unfriendly to the other cats but they peacefully coexist. In spending time with Manxy on the patio, I observed him trying to work his front paws on a soft outdoor mat and he is declawed. He is no longer limited to a life without access to a way of escaping danger.
- Update 10/4/2017: After Manxy settled in, the opening was blocked and Manxy is now confined to the safety of the back yard. He used to check the opening but no longer does so. Though Manxy is still aloof with the other cats, he generally doesn't go after certain ones as he once did.
Boogs was an apparently abandoned cat that found it's way to my husband's sister and brother-in-law's house. She thinks he settled in there about the year 2010. He became a porch-mate to Yeower, and like Yeower, he continually journeyed around a corner to presumably check for the return of his owners, except Boogs went around the northwest corner. He did this regularly for a year or two, then eventually less often.
His exact year of birth is unknown so the year used is an estimate. He had some kind of nasal condition that caused him to have a recurring stuffy and runny nose, hence, the name Boogers; but I sometimes called him Schnozie as well. His adoptive parents took him for veterinary care and he was put on a course of medication but the condition continued and was possibly allergies.
Boogs was extraordinarily affectionate, gentle, and friendly to all. He even had canine friends he would greet at the sidewalk when they came by with their owners. Occasionally, he would come across the street and "help" my husband and I with a project or yardwork by planting himself in the middle of the work area until you gave up in exasperation! (I believe he was "helpful" at home at the Nielsen's as well.) As he aged though, he slowed down a bit and spent more time snoozing on their front porch.
In the late summer of 2015, Boogs disappeared. Searches of shrubs, bushes, and front porches on neighboring blocks were to no avail. I spoke to the owner of his favorite canine friend who had not seen him, but promised to keep an eye out for him on his walks. This was the summer our rescued stray Black-Black (mostly inside cat), suffered a major health crises that eventually led to his death the following year. In keeping a closer eye on Black-Black's outings, I spotted Boogs around the northeast corner with another cat going just inside a slightly raised garage door to eat. In late October, he started coming back to enjoy the warmth against the front of the Nielsen's house and by mid-November, he began staying there again.
The beginning of the end for such a special cat began on Friday, August 12th 2016. Our brother-in-law, returning from an early morning run, was followed by the corner neighbor's Siberian Huskies to his front door. The younger female became curious about Boogs and he swatted at her to back her up. The older male then grabbed Boogs and took off with our brother-in-law in pursuit down the sidewalk towards their house on the corner. When the dog dropped Boogs, our brother-in-law grabbed him up and held him overhead while getting back to his front door with Boogs biting him in panic and the older Husky jumping high in the air in determination of regaining his prey. When our brother-in-law opened his front door, the Husky tried to get into the house. Thankfully, Boogs was not injured in the fracas. In the meantime, my sister-in-law pounded on the corner neighbor's door to demand they retrieve and put their dogs inside and to repair and secure their fence! They put some kind of metal pieces against the loose boards.
Boogs hated being kept inside and was let back out on the porch on Saturday. Very late that night my husband heard one loud yowl, not that unusual in our neighborhood with a number of loose cats. When Boogs was not on the porch the next day, we all feared the worst. While looking for him, I saw something very alarming on the corner neighbor's grass; though the multitude of clumps of long, medium and dark grey cat hair was not from Boogs, a cat would not have escaped from what had occurred there. I didn't connect the hair to any of our cats, but my sister-in-law thought it could possibly be Smokey; a longhair female, and one of three young siblings, who along with their Himalayan mother, were trapped, spayed and neutered in early spring of 2013. Smokey kept evading the traps so she had finally just grabbed her up and put her in a carrier, receiving some really awful scratches in the process. The brothers stayed close by, but Smokey and the mom moved around the southeast corner with Smokey regularly coming back to eat and traveling along the corner neighbor's fence. I too, believed it was Smokey. (Update 5/3/17 - During their morning walk, the Nielsen's spotted Smokey around the southeast corner!!) After multiple searches, Boogs was still not to be found.
At about sunset on Sunday, August 21st, I was totally surprised and overjoyed to see Boogs on our porch! I fed him and grabbed an on-hand plastic bin and hoped he would stay. When I sneaked out later to check, he was snoozing away in the bin. We were all relieved he was okay and seemingly happy staying here. The next three days were perfect, and Boogs loved the bin. On Tuesday morning I moved it up near the front door and in the warm afternoons he slept peacefully on top, a content and relaxed cat.
Early Thursday morning, on August 25th at about 3:30 a.m., the Siberian Huskies attacked at our house. The ensuing noise woke my husband who gave chase to the dogs that were taking Boogs across the street. His sister heard the commotion outside their window and with my husband kept the dogs from tearing that dear little cat apart. (I believe Boogs died while being violently pulled out of the bin and slammed against the nearby post. Our security camera clearly captured the assault.) Astoundingly, while my husband and his sister were trying to retrieve Boogs from the dogs on her neighbor's lawn, the young adult male owner came with a plastic fast-food take-out bag for the cat. (No thank you, we bury our dead and just how many dead cat's remains have you bagged and thrown in the garbage?) Later, my husband watched more video and found an earlier attack on two of our younger males and an older male Manx immediately preceeding the assault on Boogs. They had been chased back and forth across the street and barely escaped by getting under vehicles.
Two City Police Officers responded to my sister-in-law's phone call and talked to us and the dogs' owner. They evidently wrote up a report for the Department's Community Service Officer who came later that morning to interview us and to watch and record the video of the dogs' attacks. We were told the owner would receive a citation for the dogs being off leash. Any other information on possible additional citations or legal actions have not been shared with us. The owners have made a better attempt at securing their fence and it appears the older male Husky is either being kept in the house, is staying elsewhere, or possibly had to be surrendered if it had a record of a prior incident. The younger immature female Husky remains on the property.
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I will always regret my lack of forethought in letting Boogs stay on the front porch. He should have been moved to the back yard to settle in with the other cats. He may not have stayed, but he should have had the chance. After he was killed, my husband would wake in alarm when the younger cats made noise going over the fence at night and I worried about old Manxy always being out front here and across the street. He also has obvious health issues (dental and an old recurring abscess, both of which have undoubtedly long since become systemic). My sister-in-law wondered if Manxy was declawed because he never tries to go over fences. My husband cut a hole in the bottom of the fence so the cats could come and go quietly and let Manxy come into the back on his own. The younger cats and Manxy do use the opening. Manxy was not really sociable, only let me lightly touch him and is rather unfriendly to the other cats but they peacefully coexist. In spending time with Manxy on the patio, I observed him trying to work his front paws on a soft outdoor mat and he is declawed. He is no longer limited to a life without access to a way of escaping danger.
- Update 10/4/2017: After Manxy settled in, the opening was blocked and Manxy is now confined to the safety of the back yard. He used to check the opening but no longer does so. Though Manxy is still aloof with the other cats, he generally doesn't go after certain ones as he once did.
His exact year of birth is unknown so the year used is an estimate. He had some kind of nasal condition that caused him to have a recurring stuffy and runny nose, hence, the name Boogers; but I sometimes called him Schnozie as well. His adoptive parents took him for veterinary care and he was put on a course of medication but the condition continued and was possibly allergies.
Boogs was extraordinarily affectionate, gentle, and friendly to all. He even had canine friends he would greet at the sidewalk when they came by with their owners. Occasionally, he would come across the street and "help" my husband and I with a project or yardwork by planting himself in the middle of the work area until you gave up in exasperation! (I believe he was "helpful" at home at the Nielsen's as well.) As he aged though, he slowed down a bit and spent more time snoozing on their front porch.
In the late summer of 2015, Boogs disappeared. Searches of shrubs, bushes, and front porches on neighboring blocks were to no avail. I spoke to the owner of his favorite canine friend who had not seen him, but promised to keep an eye out for him on his walks. This was the summer our rescued stray Black-Black (mostly inside cat), suffered a major health crises that eventually led to his death the following year. In keeping a closer eye on Black-Black's outings, I spotted Boogs around the northeast corner with another cat going just inside a slightly raised garage door to eat. In late October, he started coming back to enjoy the warmth against the front of the Nielsen's house and by mid-November, he began staying there again.
The beginning of the end for such a special cat began on Friday, August 12th 2016. Our brother-in-law, returning from an early morning run, was followed by the corner neighbor's Siberian Huskies to his front door. The younger female became curious about Boogs and he swatted at her to back her up. The older male then grabbed Boogs and took off with our brother-in-law in pursuit down the sidewalk towards their house on the corner. When the dog dropped Boogs, our brother-in-law grabbed him up and held him overhead while getting back to his front door with Boogs biting him in panic and the older Husky jumping high in the air in determination of regaining his prey. When our brother-in-law opened his front door, the Husky tried to get into the house. Thankfully, Boogs was not injured in the fracas. In the meantime, my sister-in-law pounded on the corner neighbor's door to demand they retrieve and put their dogs inside and to repair and secure their fence! They put some kind of metal pieces against the loose boards.
Boogs hated being kept inside and was let back out on the porch on Saturday. Very late that night my husband heard one loud yowl, not that unusual in our neighborhood with a number of loose cats. When Boogs was not on the porch the next day, we all feared the worst. While looking for him, I saw something very alarming on the corner neighbor's grass; though the multitude of clumps of long, medium and dark grey cat hair was not from Boogs, a cat would not have escaped from what had occurred there. I didn't connect the hair to any of our cats, but my sister-in-law thought it could possibly be Smokey; a longhair female, and one of three young siblings, who along with their Himalayan mother, were trapped, spayed and neutered in early spring of 2013. Smokey kept evading the traps so she had finally just grabbed her up and put her in a carrier, receiving some really awful scratches in the process. The brothers stayed close by, but Smokey and the mom moved around the southeast corner with Smokey regularly coming back to eat and traveling along the corner neighbor's fence. I too, believed it was Smokey. (Update 5/3/17 - During their morning walk, the Nielsen's spotted Smokey around the southeast corner!!) After multiple searches, Boogs was still not to be found.
At about sunset on Sunday, August 21st, I was totally surprised and overjoyed to see Boogs on our porch! I fed him and grabbed an on-hand plastic bin and hoped he would stay. When I sneaked out later to check, he was snoozing away in the bin. We were all relieved he was okay and seemingly happy staying here. The next three days were perfect, and Boogs loved the bin. On Tuesday morning I moved it up near the front door and in the warm afternoons he slept peacefully on top, a content and relaxed cat.
Early Thursday morning, on August 25th at about 3:30 a.m., the Siberian Huskies attacked at our house. The ensuing noise woke my husband who gave chase to the dogs that were taking Boogs across the street. His sister heard the commotion outside their window and with my husband kept the dogs from tearing that dear little cat apart. (I believe Boogs died while being violently pulled out of the bin and slammed against the nearby post. Our security camera clearly captured the assault.) Astoundingly, while my husband and his sister were trying to retrieve Boogs from the dogs on her neighbor's lawn, the young adult male owner came with a plastic fast-food take-out bag for the cat. (No thank you, we bury our dead and just how many dead cat's remains have you bagged and thrown in the garbage?) Later, my husband watched more video and found an earlier attack on two of our younger males and an older male Manx immediately preceeding the assault on Boogs. They had been chased back and forth across the street and barely escaped by getting under vehicles.
Two City Police Officers responded to my sister-in-law's phone call and talked to us and the dogs' owner. They evidently wrote up a report for the Department's Community Service Officer who came later that morning to interview us and to watch and record the video of the dogs' attacks. We were told the owner would receive a citation for the dogs being off leash. Any other information on possible additional citations or legal actions have not been shared with us. The owners have made a better attempt at securing their fence and it appears the older male Husky is either being kept in the house, is staying elsewhere, or possibly had to be surrendered if it had a record of a prior incident. The younger immature female Husky remains on the property.
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I will always regret my lack of forethought in letting Boogs stay on the front porch. He should have been moved to the back yard to settle in with the other cats. He may not have stayed, but he should have had the chance. After he was killed, my husband would wake in alarm when the younger cats made noise going over the fence at night and I worried about old Manxy always being out front here and across the street. He also has obvious health issues (dental and an old recurring abscess, both of which have undoubtedly long since become systemic). My sister-in-law wondered if Manxy was declawed because he never tries to go over fences. My husband cut a hole in the bottom of the fence so the cats could come and go quietly and let Manxy come into the back on his own. The younger cats and Manxy do use the opening. Manxy was not really sociable, only let me lightly touch him and is rather unfriendly to the other cats but they peacefully coexist. In spending time with Manxy on the patio, I observed him trying to work his front paws on a soft outdoor mat and he is declawed. He is no longer limited to a life without access to a way of escaping danger.
- Update 10/4/2017: After Manxy settled in, the opening was blocked and Manxy is now confined to the safety of the back yard. He used to check the opening but no longer does so. Though Manxy is still aloof with the other cats, he generally doesn't go after certain ones as he once did.
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