Winter is coming; daylight is fleeting; for the students among us, end-of-semester hell is just about to rear its ugly head. What better way to combat such woes than with a super-cheerful comment ficathon?
George found it on the sidewalk outside the house long past when anyone would be looking for a lost pet, mewling at the top of a miniature pair of lungs. He cuddled it into his jacket and scrubbed gently at the kitten's wildly flexible neck - no collar or tags, and not a thing to claim her. It should have been sad, but she was a tiny little living spark, squirming and licking and generally being right charming about it, too
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