Honeyed Pasture FREE BABY

She's a cat.

She's a kitty-cat.

And she meow-meow-meow and she meow-meow-meow.

But for real though. She slunk on her belly through the grass, cowering under the shadows of circling birds of prey. She was used to there being a Larger cat around. The ones with the long noses and the stiff tails. Sometimes they were small, like her, but those ones seemed to grow very fast. She still liked them best, and she missed the ones she'd known in her first several months of life. She'd been trying to get back to them, in fact, but the Larger cat she followed now hadn't been very helpful.

And now it was Gone.

She cried for him again, loud and distressed:

"MAAAAAAAU-AAAAAU-AAAAA-OOOOOOW!"

Where was he? Where was she? The world was so big without the Larger cat's shadow to lock herself into.