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just a little bit of hope
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Ongoing, First published Sep 13, 2019
Now that we are in my house all safe and warm and that he is peacefully sleeping on my couch. I'm asking myself how...
how could I have not noticed the cat ears and tail before? And how is that even possible? I reach out for one of his ears and give it a little squish. He stirs a little but doesn't wake up. I pet his head for a bit, It's soft. So cute. He warps his arms and legs around my arm and digs his claws into my skin.

"OW!"

I take away my arm and stumble away from the... kid... cat.
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