The Grimalkin
Oct 14th, 2014 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Finnegan wasn’t the first to discover the cat. His dog was, as Finnegan was pulled forcefully to the brush where the grimalkin was huddled. Close to death it seemed.
His dog didn’t know any better. If it hadn’t been for the leash, Sam would have mangled the old cat. Dogs only understand their instinct.
Finnegan could see that this was no ordinary cat. This was one of the elders. There had been a time when his kind had ruled this land. That time was no more, however, and now they were mostly refugees.
Finnegan unclasped the leash and walked away.
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