A Cat, A Cresent Moon, and A Drinking Glass

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          I sat in my chair, staring out of the window and into the night sky. The stars and moon had always fascinated me as a child. The way the stars would shine. The way the moon could transform from a full moon to just a sliver in a matter of  few days. Albert, my cat, jumped onto the arm of my chair. He was a silvery furred cat with while stripes and deep brown eyes. He had been with me for several years and had helped me through my ups and downs. I petted him with my left hand, while reaching for my cup of tea with my right. At the moment, I felt peaceful.

A/N: This one's so simple but I love itttt

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