That dog, how could he feel that way? This question did enter the cat's mind, as did other thoughts. He has it better than me, and yet…?
It didn't take long till the cat answered his own questions with defiance: How dare I decide what he should feel when I know so little?
But, he thought, I couldn't help it— what is wrong with that dog?
But, he thought, I couldn't help it— am I not allowed to judge?
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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...
