Setting
On the full moons, cats flock to perch on the high wall surrounding the garden and commune.
Her lap proved the perfect cradle for the chunky orange tabby. He settled in, nudging his body about until finding the perfect sideways curl. One orange leg kicked to the sky, and his front right paw came to rest backwards across his eyes. Soon after Mydas fell asleep. Little snores made their way from his nose, a gentle addition to the chips of the birds and the buzz of the bugs in Lorhill Gardens.
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