The little girl stares out of the window at nothing in particular. Today has been a specifically boring day. Nothing new has happened with her siblings and the village boys didn’t even stop by for their daily cookie, as mother calls it. Then something catches her eye. A pair of robins who seem to be bickering in midair a few feet from the old oak tree right outside her window. In the split second she glances at it she notices a pair of large bright amber eyes between the leaves. A cat. This is about to get interesting. The cat leaps at the robins, clearly not having thought through his plan fell through the air onto cold hard floor at least twenty feet beneath him. The girl looks at it unblinking. Then stands up and walks out of the attic and down the stairs.
“Where are you going?” Mother asks.
“I saw a cat, I want to see if it’s friendly.”
“Fine” she waves her off. The girl goes out the door and to the back of the house where she finds the corpse of the dead cat and one of the robins. She tilts her head at the sad black cat then sits down and stares at it intensely for at least a minute, then the sad dead bleeding cat began to breath and then sat up. It stared at her curiously, as though it actually understood what had just happened. The cat looked over and started moving towards the dead robin. The girl puts her hand on the cat as though to stop him.
“That birds cost you enough pain already, little cat.” The girl took the robin in her hands and after a few seconds it flitted back to life and flew away. “Your too clever to just leave though, aren’t you.” The cat nodded as though he understood. “Come.” She said standing up and she turned and walked away.
The cat looked back at the two robins who were know sitting side by side on a high up branch staring at the cat and the girl. “Come.” It was the girl she had stopped at the corner. The cat turned and followed her. Thinking to himself that he must be mad.
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