Then came a night when floor of my home was wet with petrol.
The cat sitting on my book staring at me with brown eyes.
Before I could reach to her she pushed the burning candle towards floor.
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Everyone advised to leave that cat; to stay from her; that she is a witch turned into the body of a cat; But I never listened to them. I always thought they were all senseless mads.
Then came a night when floor of my home was wet with petrol. The cat sitting on my book staring at me with brown eyes. Before I could reach to her she pushed the burning candle towards floor. Comments are closed.
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