reflections in the rain about a dream
It’s a little past midnight, and a man gets out of a courtyard. He’s got a dog in tow and he’s walking quickly towards a nearby park. The dog follows his master obediently on the leash. It’s a French bulldog, all muscle and all clown. The owner is pulling the dogs along. He sees a bunch of stray dogs nearby, strangely clustered around a large container. The man doesn’t think too much about it and hurries onward.
My wife and I spent a little time reading up on cats, since we are getting used to Yoda, our rescued stray kitten. From the articles, it seems that she was about 10 days old when I rescued her. I successfully weaned her off milk and now, she’s a happy developping kitten. We just wonder how big she’ll get, since she’s getting plenty of food, contrary to the strays in our neighborhood.
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