Two cats burst into Rock's living room the instant he opened the door. It was late at night, but they were full of energy, especially the feral kitten Rock remembered from several years earlier. Just like before, she wanted nothing to do with being handled. Rock was lucky to have not been bitten.
The kitten dashed down the hall and into the back bedroom, and Rock wondered how he would ever get her back outside. Meanwhile, Samantha, the cat who entered with the kitten, just wanted food. She appeared famished, but she looked lovely, Rock thought. She had the heft and thick, lush fur from her youth.
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