The feline of the household twitched a whisker towards the sounds. Her master was not usually the type to show anger and Freddie wondered if she should quicken her exit of the room. In this case Freddie knew she was to blame. The grit from her litter box had strayed off the collecting mat. Sort of sneakily, Freddie moved to a safer spot under the table. Her master was kind, but this was her own fault.
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