The Cat Who Watched the Rain
Mittens was no ordinary cat. While other cats chased mice or napped in sunbeams, Mittens loved to sit by the window and watch the water. Rain water, pond water, even the water drip...
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Mittens was no ordinary cat. While other cats chased mice or napped in sunbeams, Mittens loved to sit by the window and watch the water. Rain water, pond water, even the water drip...
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