The big cat wound up his hind legs for a grand pounce.
This would hurt later, but vole's blood would soothe those joints as he rested near a plate of wet food.
Claws sharpened on the maple #struck something furry. Warmth coated Pete's beans.
He gave thanks.
Below him the vole, half-trapped in white hairs and her ultrasonic cries falling upon merciless ears, met the end between his remaining teeth.
With a heavy sigh, he went to turn and found he was caught fast like his nemesis. 3/x
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