Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Rob opened the door, and a tiny kitten ran out. It stopped to sniff Rob__ ankle and arched its back, spitting tiny kitty defiance at him. Rob scooped it up. The tiny black bundle barely filled his palm. Dark as ink, the only mark on it was a tiny white spot between its eyes. Rob looked up from the kitten to meet Jamie__ wide-eyed attempt at innocence. "There was a cat in my closet.""I can explain," Jamie offered.Rob returned to the bed. He dropped the kitten in Jamie__ lap, causing it to poke unfortunate things with tiny needle claws."Damn!" Jamie yelped, grabbing the kitten and putting a sheet between his delicate parts and danger. "I took out the trash yesterday, and there she was almost buried in a snow bank shivering.""It was ninety degrees yesterday, and there is no snow." Rob sat down on the edge of the bed. "Aren__ you supposed to hate cats?"Jamie cuddled the tiny creature in his hands. It wrestled with his fingers. "That__ dogs. I__ not a dog, I__ a wolf. There might not have been a snow bank, but it was dirty and hungry and very sad.
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Rob opened the door, and a tiny kitten ran out. It stopped to sniff Rob__ ankle and arched its back, spitting tiny kitty defiance at him. Rob scooped it up. The tiny black bundle barely filled his palm. Dark as ink, the only mark on it was a tiny white spot between its eyes. Rob looked up from the kitten to meet Jamie__ wide-eyed attempt at innocence. "There was a cat in my closet.""I can explain," Jamie offered.Rob returned to the bed. He dropped the kitten in Jamie__ lap, causing it to poke unfortunate things with tiny needle claws."Damn!" Jamie yelped, grabbing the kitten and putting a sheet between his delicate parts and danger. "I took out the trash yesterday, and there she was almost buried in a snow bank shivering.""It was ninety degrees yesterday, and there is no snow." Rob sat down on the edge of the bed. "Aren__ you supposed to hate cats?"Jamie cuddled the tiny creature in his hands. It wrestled with his fingers. "That__ dogs. I__ not a dog, I__ a wolf. There might not have been a snow bank, but it was dirty and hungry and very sad.
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