“You’ve still got that old cat?” Greg asked.
“Of course,” Steve replied, picking up the cat in
question and cradling him in his arms. It rumbled when Steve picked him up, but
deigned to be held.
The cat wasn’t quite a bag of bones, but it moving in
that direction. Its fur was thinning in places. Frostbite and fights had taken
bits of its ears over the years. After Steve put him down, the cat limped, its
back leg was arthritic, over to its spot near the heater. He plopped down in
his bed and started grooming his thin tail.
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