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>You had the zeraora’s attention.
>”Do what, Doggy?”
>Squatting alongside the feline, you brought your head to her level.
>She regarded you as an equal.
>Her aura and demeanor said as much.
>But you had to be careful.
>You didn’t want to talk down to her.
>Good correction came from a place of kindness.
“I thought the bullies broke the lights.” You answered.
>Kat’s eyebrow raised.
>A human gesture for someone who didn’t remember being one.
>She glanced at a working street light, then back at you.
>”What’dya mean?”
>Showing always made more an impact than telling.
“Up there.” You pointed to a modest, nearby workplace.
>Three stories tall.
>Hardly a challenge.
“Follow me.”
>It was high enough you couldn’t make it in a single jump.
>Two would do.
>The light pole above was a perfect springboard.
>Swirling insects scattered when you hopped up and off the lamp.
>Bugs returning too quickly fried as an energized Kat followed.
>The gap to the rooftop was nothing for either of you.
>The flat expanse, covered in black tarp, still held warmth from earlier sunlight.
>It was pleasant on your paws.
>Kat felt the same.
>The distractable zeraora might have curled up in a ball then and there for another nap.
>She allowed herself a moment to roll over the warm coverings.
>”Think I’ll sleep here tonight.” She mused, cartwheeling to your side.
“Huh…”
>Did she have a home?
>More than likely, she did.
>As a human.
>Long forgotten, never to be used again.
>For the briefest of moments, you considered inviting her to yours.
>The negatives outweighed the good deed so hard it wasn’t a choice.
>Revealing your den?
>To someone you met only once?
>To someone so strong?
>To someone who would likely blow it up?
>No.