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Her paws ached from the cold, almost drowning out the near-constant pangs of hunger. It had all seemed so much easier before, when she was younger and the world was warmer. She was The Great Calico Huntress, but mice were hard to find since the grass grew brown and the trees were bare. Squirrels were faster, and birds less prevalent. White stuff had started falling from the sky, cold and wet on her paws.

The only source of regular food was humans, it seemed. When she could get past the other cats, there were humans who would leave out food and sometimes stroke out the tense points at the back of her neck. That was the trick, though. The humans who left food out were few, and other cats plentiful. Relying on only outdoor food wasn’t going to work. Somehow, she was going to have to do what she’d seen other cats pull off, and make it inside a house. Having a human as a pet could be useful. Then she’d have food, and maybe more of those strokes that felt nice. Well, she was The Great Calico Huntress, wasn’t she? Anything those other cats could do, she could probably do even better. She was sure of it.

Her first few attempts were failures. Well, not actual failures, of course. Merely attempts to gain useful information that hadn’t gone quite as planned. She certainly had no interest in taking on any human who didn’t recognize the honor it was to have a cat chose their home. It was strange, though, that humans seemed to take it so poorly to have a beautiful cat walk in the front door alongside them. Still, what she had learned was quite interesting. Humans did seem to recognize cats as wonderful, and would bestow the strokes if a cat demonstrated appropriate affection first. Maybe they were just slow learners? Perhaps if she started off by being affectionate, she would convince a human that it was actually their idea to take her into their house and provide the appropriate food.

There was a girl who walked past the huntress’s territory on a regular basis. She often smelled like happy cat, but not like there were too many in her house. The Great Calico Huntress would try her new strategy on the girl, the next time she passed by. Maybe that would work better.

Her paws twinged again with the cold. Hopefully, the girl would be back soon.


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