Lake Lewisia #1069

Neither feral nor wild, and certainly not domesticated, she was simply Cat, just fae-touched enough to have adventure as a lifestyle rather than a cause of death. The toddler, of course, knew none of this, only that the Nice Kitty was soft and warm, when his wanderings away from home had otherwise been decidedly cold and miserable thus far. Fostering foundling humans was usually better left to dogs, who had more patience and less good sense, but Cat could smell adventure on the child, several years off, provided someone kept him fed and free in the meantime.

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LL#1069