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Dogs have masters. Cats have staff.
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Jamie lay as still as a wilted lettuce leaf, just barely breathing (although she couldn't help the frightened cacophony of her heartbeat). Mittens reached out and batted her little body once, twice, then three times. Jamie dared not move.
Mittens crouched, her back feet rapidly pawing the earth, then she pounced on Jamie's tired body. Jamie had to struggle with all her might not to scream. Mittens picked her up in her mouth again, shook her, then dropped her. Again, Jamie lay where she fell. Finally, Mittens made a soft "brrrouw" sound of disappointment and wandered away.
For a long while, Jamie lay perfectly still. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she raised her head and looked around. Mittens was nowhere to be seen. Although battered, bruised, and frightened half out of her mind, Jamie was, at last, free and outside.
Jamie looked around, and considered her options. She noticed some high weeds against the house wall; perhaps she would find a treat in there? Or she could wander farther away from home, maybe even reach the other side of the yard. Or she could crawl around the house wall looking for other openings.