On a summerly, very sunny afternoon walk up the hills where we live, I roamed the grass behind the hey balls for new smells.
Then a black cat appeared, hiding in the green, right in front of my black nose.
Oh boy, my instincts woke, cats, no go, must chase!
But the beast was quicker and with her claws she made it in no time into the tree.
Crumbs, forgot, I can't climb trees!
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