Dehlila and Pascal
Dehlila calms down a bit, sits down, and stops frantically checking and licking Pascal. "Ok, ok, you're right, I know," she mewed, "But he had me scared so much. I couldn't lose another kit! All I have now is your sister and Smoky! Thank you so much, Midnight."
"I know mom, I know, and Smoky's old and cranky..."
Smoky was the cat that their owners adopted. He was an old grey pointed cat with matted fur who never liked anything, always audibly complaining about something.
Pascal turns his head when Kori approaches. "Kori! There you are! Why'd you leave us and Lily?"
"Who's that?" Dehlila asks, stepping back a bit. She didn't trust all alley cats.
Dehlila calms down a bit, sits down, and stops frantically checking and licking Pascal. "Ok, ok, you're right, I know," she mewed, "But he had me scared so much. I couldn't lose another kit! All I have now is your sister and Smoky! Thank you so much, Midnight."
"I know mom, I know, and Smoky's old and cranky..."
Smoky was the cat that their owners adopted. He was an old grey pointed cat with matted fur who never liked anything, always audibly complaining about something.
Pascal turns his head when Kori approaches. "Kori! There you are! Why'd you leave us and Lily?"
"Who's that?" Dehlila asks, stepping back a bit. She didn't trust all alley cats.























