Inkie ran down the stairs, growling impressively. I was on my feet in an instant; this was trouble. Yes, two small terrified eyes and a teeny tiny cheep. Our cat had caught a bird.
Inkie was born inside and has never put a paw on the street. However, the roof is his territory. He prowls there every day, acting out his panther kitty fantasies.
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