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Post by Ghost on Aug 11, 2016 4:48:39 GMT -6
give me time and give me space Ghost purred as he lay in the corner of his- well technically Jackie's- garden. The sun was out and it felt amazing on his black pelt. Sure the warmth inside was nice, but it was nothing compared to natural sunlight beating on his fur.
He smiled, blinking his yellow eyes and scratching at his collar with his back paw. |
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Post by Ginger on Aug 29, 2016 21:25:05 GMT -6
"good morning!!" Ginger sang from over a fence above the black tom. She had to smile despite her failed attempts to help her friend... Were she and Thomas still friends? She wouldn't abandon him not that easily. She couldn't go on forever without it.
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Post by Ghost on Aug 30, 2016 9:53:32 GMT -6
give me time and give me space Ghost's ears pricked in surprise at the sound of a voice. He recognised it as belonging to a cat called Ginger, one of the other kittypets that lived in the area. She was a kind cat, so he wasn't bothered when she disturbed his dosing. He chirped out a quick "Good morning," before lifting himself up and onto the short brick wall that outlined his garden. |
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