Pebble was like any other cat; she played, she picked a human to live with, she purred and she prowled.

She was like any other house cat... except she was roughly the size of VW Beetle.

So she lived, unironically, in my unused garage, where she slept all day.

At first I was worried about keeping her fed, but she always seemed... full.

And like other house cats, she'd bring me gifts...

I learned how to wrangle alligators .

Darn that last line was supposed to be:

"I know how to wrangle alligators now."

You'd think microfiction drafts would be easy to keep track of. 🤨

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