Treats.

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Wearing a coffee-colored coat and black jeans paired with black boots, standing in the rain holding an umbrella and waving goodbye was my owner.

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And with that, they were gone. I hopped down from the window seal and headed towards the kitchen, my footsteps were silent. I appreciated I was alone in the house, comforted by the silence. Of course, all pets had missed their owner dearly when they were gone but I didn't, the part that they always came back stuck with me.

Roaming around the house, I quickly walked into the kitchen. I sniffed the air as the smell of sweet chill made my whiskers tingle, I pushed myself up onto the barstool and then hopped onto the counter looking for my treats. A ring interrupted my search as I jumped down onto the timbered floor startled. Shaking my head I thought to myself 'Maybe another time.'

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