Why hello there.
I think I'll call you Mandy. You're pretty.
In more somber news, there's been the growing smell of decay coming from the other end of the warehouse. The Boss went to investigate and found Clyde's mother behind a pile of wood; we speculated that she had gotten hit by a car, came back to the shop, and hid to recuperate. The wounds were too sever it seems.
The Boss usually comes up with some nifty names for the fluffies, but he could never figure out one that really applied to this one. She was small, with greenish eyes and a grey coat matted with browns and blacks. More skittish than any of the others, The Boss could only remember petting her once, and she could only be caught in a trap by using her kittens as bait. She had three litters of kittens in the shop during her time, so he defaulted at naming her, Mom.
The world's a rough place for feral cats.
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Daughter - Landfill
Ending Note: Here one day, gone the next. Do something special tomorrow.
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