Cats – I

A quiet neighbourhood. A cat walks gingerly on the fence. Stops, licks its front paw. It is post lunch after all. Looks around, continues to walk.

A rustle, a twig breaks. The cat is alert, reading to run.

“Hey kitty kitty kitty”.

“Oh man, not you again. This girl is out to strangle me”, thinks the cat, but all you hear is a startled “Meeeowww!” and cat is off.

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