The moonlight glinted off of the windows and the side of the
house creating deep shadows under the bushes planted along the wall. In the distance a dog barked. The prowler froze in place. Everything remained still. Slowly, with precise movement the
shadowy being crept closer, slipping into the dense space under the window.
Unaware of her nighttime visitor, Vicki entered her living
room with a cup of tea in her hand and settled herself on the sofa.
In one swift motion he gained the windowsill and pressing
against the glass demanded to be let in with a loud meow.
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