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There's a black cat walking flat, his back feet dipped in marshmallow droppings. His tail flicks like a reed in the swamp, and he can't help but run through legs swiftly hopping on furniture daintily belly all soft and white. Silent is he, catching the almost-full moon in his bright whiskers. Padded paws, a black tail snaking twitching as he squeezes to rest in tight spaces wide eyes as green as a kiwi fruit with the seeds cut out. He bats his toy freely, ears up then hears a rustle at the screen door and sits transfixed but only for a moment.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
Black Cat
There's a black cat walking flat, his back feet dipped in marshmallow droppings. His tail flicks like a reed in the swamp, and he can't help but run through legs swiftly hopping on furniture daintily belly all soft and white. Silent is he, catching the almost-full moon in his bright whiskers. Padded paws, a black tail snaking twitching as he squeezes to rest in tight spaces wide eyes as green as a kiwi fruit with the seeds cut out. He bats his toy freely, ears up then hears a rustle at the screen door and sits transfixed but only for a moment.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 12:52 PM UTC
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