"Let's go," Camelia was up early. The girl peeked into the tiny door, beckoning with her hockey stick. The rain had stopped, mostly. Not sure about leaving the warm pillow the cat looked.
"I'm going."
"She can be impatient," thought the cat.
Camelia had her colorful raincoat on, the hood sat loose on her head. Behind her she heard the tromp of a cat on the run. "Thought you'd come. Hoped you would."
"Course you did," Girl Cat said skimming Camelia on the right between stick-fall and right foot.
Tiny misty rain sprinkled around the girls. Girl Cat stopped, sat. "Still wet." She sniffed and sat some more lifting her nose stretching her neck. "Is it easier to smell things when they're wet?" Camelia wondered. The pollens were raging. The girl's eyes and ears filled with the yellow dust of spring-making. The cat blinked. "Can you hear me?" Camelia was about to repeat herself.
Girl Cat knew there was a people word for the yellow dusty spring-making thing that made both girls sneeze. Camelia could hear the cat thinking. "Allergies. The word is 'allergies.'" Life, the cat thought. That's all.
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