That cat, why was he happy? The doleful dog wondered. How did he manage to keep his spirit when the streets were cold?
Of course, the dog couldn't bear the thought of approaching first. I don't want to ask, I ignored him first.
Then again, he realized, questioning how or why the cat was that way was hypocritical.
Then again, he realized, everyone is a hypocrite, and I have an ego.
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A Tale of A Stray Cat and A Pampered Dog
RandomHere I shall unfold a short anecdote of a poor alley cat and a rich pet dog who are the opposites of one another despite never having met each other, yet. This is a work of fiction, not a narrative to amaze you, nor is it poetry. Maybe it's just bul...
