Quiet, kind, and ever so polite—that’s Gentle Mike, the soft-spoken heart of the Gentlefolk Colony. With his grey tiger stripes and slender frame, Mike moves like a whisper through the barn, greeting everyone with a slow blink and a rumbling purr that seems far too big for his body. He asks for no fancy meals, no extra comforts—just a kind word and a hand to nuzzle against. When visitors arrive, Mike is never far. While others may hide or strut, he finds the nearest post to c
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