“But how did she get up there” Bella whined, steering up at the maine coon that was perched in the tree. “She doesn’t have claws, so she can’t of climbed up” Bella said weakly as her eyes filled up with water.
Suddenly we felt chunks of sticks falling on us, as we looked up, we saw fluffy on the side of the branch for dear life. Bella then fell to her knees crying and praying that fluffy would be alright.
But fluffy lost her grip and let go of the branch, but I caught her and she didn’t get hurt.
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