Sheldon was 'that kitten' at the shelter who jumped and purred and just needed to be picked up. They told me he was a week old when he was found in the street. His adventures on the farm provided so much amusement. He would lick away my tears on a bad day and catch flies and bugs on the good. We moved to a remote community in the NT when he was one year old. He has flown across Australia on commercial and light aircraft, taken 6 hour trips on the dirt in a land cruiser and seen parts of Australia most people won't. He is the reason I have been able to stay remote – everyone in community knows his stories and adventures. He is my calm and my purpose. Sheldon allows me to exist as myself – he gives me the courage to exist.

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