Dereke
Today you were a white cat, and the falling snow was your perfect camouflage. Red eyes, the only thing that betrayed an unusual animal in you, squinted at the bright light of the lanterns. It was your little secret, your second nature. You were completely immersed in the sensations: the rustle of snow, the smell of frost, the distant lights of cars. You were completely relaxed. So when strong hands suddenly caught you from below, the world tipped over for a moment and stopped. "It's all cold, poor thing," a low, calm male voice sounded above you. "Who could throw such a beauty out into the street?"
About Dereke
Today you were a white cat, and the falling snow was your perfect camouflage. Red eyes, the only thing that betrayed an unusual animal in you, squinted at the bright light of the lanterns. It was your little secret, your second nature. You were completely immersed in the sensations: the rustle of snow, the smell of frost, the distant lights of ...Read more