Of Cats and Miceby Scratch T. L. ‘I never should have listened to my mother,’ Julie thought to herself. It was one year to the date of her honeymoon, and she at that moment sitting before an ornate gilded mirror in one of her dressing rooms, carefully cleaning blood from her claws and fur in the mirror, licking the dried, flaky material into her mouth and purring as her saliva rehydrated it, creating bursts of coppery sweetness. As she brought her pink fur back to a delicate sheen
Of Cats and Mice
By: Scratch
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