The cat rolled over, exposing its belly to the yellow
sunshine. It closed its eyes against the bright beams, releasing a disgruntled
groan, as though the sun had done it on purpose. It was still until the breeze
tickled its whiskers. Shifting again, it stretched its legs and expanded its
claws, allowing the wind to wander between its toes. A butterfly fluttered by
and the cat swiped at it, rolling off the warm stone in the process. It landed
on all fours and bounded off through foliage, meowing indignantly. Its
embarrassed rush scattered a flight of birds into the air.
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