Ambush
It's 4 am and I'm groggy as hell but the cats' heavy breathing and gallumphing about has woken me from what may have been very sweet dreams. I hiss back at them and lunge upward to grab the string for the lamp hanging from the ceiling at the foot of my bed. Light floods the room and three pairs of beady eyes look up in alarm, as if someone had
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