This is wonderful!
The smoke gray tabby lived alone. Any place that offered her shelter was home.
Underneath porch stairs.
Inside cardboard boxes.
Inside broken down and abandoned houses.
But when she slept, she dreamed of having a real home.
A place that was warm in the winter and comfortably cool in the summer.
A place where food and water was readily available. She wouldn’t have to hunt for either or fight for them. They would be there, sitting there, waiting for her.
A place with soft beds and soft perches.
A place of gentle hands and kind voices. No one would grab her by her scruff and toss her. No one would throw things at her. No one would yell profanities at her.
It would be more than a home. It would be a haven of safety.
It was her favorite dream.
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The smoke gray tabby skulked down the sidewalk. She…
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