DIXIE AND ME |
When Dixie and I went outside on the morning of the Fourth of July, we immediately ran into the mostly black cat. It meowed and meowed and meowed; it's not as quiet as Dixie.
But then something strange happened; it started slinking closer and closer to Dixie, as though it was stalking her.
Each time, I would pull Dixie away (I don't want vet bills anytime, especially not on the Fourth of July.).
That darned cat kept after Dixie for a couple of minutes, but I finally got us away from it. We went to the end of the driveway, and I dragged the trash barrel (and Dixie) to the carport.
When I put Dixie in the house, I could still see (or hear) that darn cat.
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