"I met Lily yesterday," Camilia said.
"You sound different," Girl Cat stopped bathing herself.
"Pollens." Camilia mostly managed the on-slot of the blossoming trees and the raining yellow powder, but sometimes she just had to sit things out.
"No trail walks for us today?"
"Maybe not."
Girl Cat knew all about the big, big-eyed She Cat who never stepped beyond the window sills or the front glass door. She wondered about that kind of cat, but took little time to imagine what it was like to never walk a trail.
"I'm going for a nap," the girl said.
"Me too," said the cat.
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