That morning, as He slept Off his night Wandering, the dream came again,even more vivid than before. Free of his collar, agian, he stalked the timid ceature, but this. Time he was aware of being watched. shining from the shadows of the forest he saw dozens of yellow eyes. The clan cats had enter his dream world. Rusty woke, blinking in the bright sky that was streaming arcoss the the kitchen floor. Hia fur flet heavy and thick with warmth. His food bowl had been topped up, and his water bowl rinsed out and flilled with bitter-tasting twoleg water.Rusty preferred drinking from the puddles outside but when it was hot, or he very thirty's, he had to admit it was easier to lap up the water indoors. could he really abandon this comfortable life?.
He ate, then pushed his way out of the cat flap into the garden was heavy with the smell of early blossoms. "Hello,Rusty!" Mewed a Vocie from the from the fence. It was smudge." You should have been an hour ago. The baby sparrows were out stretching their wings.
Oof srry this is short. U didnt feel like writing that much today.
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