“The next day, Trixie pawed Maddie awake, patting her arm gently.
“I’m up,” Maddie groaned, blinking sleep out of her eyes.
“Mrrow.” Trixie peered at her, then gave her a soft nose kiss, her whiskers skimming Maddie’s cheeks.
“Thanks, Trixie.” The gesture touched Maddie’s heart, and she wondered how she’d managed to live without a pet until Trixie came into her life.”
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Jinty James,
Magic, Mocha and Murder