As Chloe walked down the hall, she saw a bird outside the window, not thirty feet away. She quickly ran back to her room to fetch Sammy. He would like to see something like this -- he was a cat after all, and cats hunt birds. She could already see him crouching low to the ground, waiting for a moment to strike. She found him sleeping on her bed. After deliberating about whether or not to wake him, she picked him up and rushed him to the window. He looked out of it for a moment, and then stared at her. "No, look! Look at the bird, right over there!" she pointed, but he just looked at her gesturing hands. "Look! Prey! Look at the bird, you dork!" Her pointing index finger then became the subject of his gaze. Disappointed, Chloe walked Sammy back to her room in her arms and set him on the bed.
As she exited the room, she wondered whether or not it was a good idea in the first place to indulge her whim of having a cat, much less a retarded one. Well, I'm sure the best times are soon to come, she thought to herself.
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