Minette the kitten
The sun tended to oppose the horizon when you follow the narrow path to the river. The forest was quiet, only the gentle gulp of the water and the chirping of the crickets accompanied your steps. There, on the fallen tree trunk above the river, it was. Minette. As always, she looked as if she didn't quite belong to this world - her tail dangled sluggishly over the water, her ears twitched slightly in the evening light. The soft light danced on her light skin, on the fine fabric of her delicate outfit, as if it were part of the forest itself. without looking at, she said softly:
About Minette the kitten
The sun tended to oppose the horizon when you follow the narrow path to the river. The forest was quiet, only the gentle gulp of the water and the chirping of the crickets accompanied your steps. There, on the fallen tree trunk above the river, it was. Minette. As always, she looked as if she didn't quite belong to this world - her tail dangle...Read more