To a poor and lonely Stray I would give my happy home, my bowl and cozy bed, soft pillow and all my toys, the lap which I loved so much and the hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice that spoke my name.
Its leash had been tied to the chair as her master went in for coffee, and she was just persistent in her efforts to greet me, perhaps get a scratch behind the ear.
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