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MY YARD, MY RULES
The cat, eyes fixed on the meal fifteen short feet away, inched her left paw forward. Instantly, the mobile morsel sprang to the tree, scampered to the fork, then whirled. Squirrelly invective poured forth. Unimpressed, the cat ignored the tongue-lashing for a long moment, then wandered away. Chattering triumphantly, the squirrel resumed its meal.
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