But something makes me carry on

N/A · 09-19-2022, 06:06 PM

So the falls were a temporary base at least, so the fat cat could rest and recover. His paws still felt a bit sore from all the traveling he’d done with his mate. He huffed softly, following a mouse on the top part of the falls. It was a shame, he kind of liked mice, but hey, a cat had to eat… and if his pudgy body said anything about his relationship with food, it was that the tomcat loved food. He wiggled his rump in the air as he watched it, his hazel eyes growing wide before he bounded forward. Excitement flooded through the cat as he managed to catch the little squeaker and, in a moment, it was all over. Beau never cared much for the killing blow, wanting it over swiftly for the prey as much as for himself. Satisfied with what he caught, however, he settled in the snow and prepared to eat.

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But something makes me carry on

Birna

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