Sunday, 28 January 2018

Bad stick


I went into my territory before, for a walk around.

I sniffed lots of things.

I sniffed the grass.

I sniffed bushes.

I sniffed stones.

Then I sniffed a stick and it had another cat's scent on it.
This wasn't good.
Who had been in my territory?
Who had rubbed against it?

I would reclaim this stick as mine.

I wiped my face on it.
It still smelt of another cat.

I wiped my face on it.
It still smelt of another cat.

I wiped my face on it.
It still smelt of another cat.

I wiped my face on it.
It still smelt of another cat.

I wiped my face on it.
It smelt of me.

I came back indoors.





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