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Post by Shay on Feb 12, 2007 20:44:08 GMT -5
Shay licked her muzzle as she ate the last of her food. It's dry texture felt strange as it went down her throat, but she didn't mind; she had gotten used to it. Her housefolk leaned down and patted the she-cat's head.
Shay purred and rubbed her face against the housefolk hand, then she took a drink from her bowl as he walked away. As soon as he was gone, she headed towards her catdoor. With once more glance behind her she slipped out of the warmth & into the night.
She paced forward, taking in the sounds of the crickets, wind, and, well, everything. She loved to explore.
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