The scruffy orange tabby crouched low in the bushes, listening to the birds calling to each other in the darkness. He'd been waiting there for an hour, silent, watching with his one good eye for the flap of a wing or a skinny tail. Suddenly, his ears perked up as the leaves above him rustled ever so slightly. His midnight snack was nearby now, and
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Great job with this. Tigger approves!
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Glad you like it and my thanks to Tigger too! My Big Boy returns the greeting <3
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