Astra was afraid The Neighborhood would get wind of her softness for Honey. That we would start finding baskets of kittens left on our doorstep.
Someone caught wind of something alright. This miniature bear picked up and followed the residual scent of Honey’s trails right into our backyard.
A big fluffy collarless grey tom cat.
He and Astra stared at each other from opposite ends of the grass field.
Astra worries. It is so cold out.