Leebie pushed open the garage door— and nearly hit Amram in the face
Two cats awaited Leebie on the top step in front of her house when she arrived home.
No, please, not again.
They stared at her defiantly, fearless green eyes challenging her: Can we coexist in peace?
No, we cannot. I know that for a fact.
Her heart pounded even as she stared back with feigned confidence. She clapped her hands to frighten them away, except they weren’t afraid of her. Some very thoughtful woman — the Cat Mommy, her kids called her — had made it her mission to feed these stray felines, depositing trays of cat food and milk near the bushes on the corner of the block, and it so happened that the Herzogs lived in the corner house, so the cats felt right at home on their property.
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