The bed was cozy and the woman beside her was warm. Annalise did not want to move. But outside, just at the edge of the property, something was stirring, something that did not belong. She yawned irritably and stretched, spine arching, paws padding against the blanket. If she was quick, if she was lucky, she could be back in before the human noticed she was gone.
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This one follows another Aunt Family and another cat. There are most mysteries in the dark than Radar – or Annalise – talk about.
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