Gi­n­ger­ the cat pad­d­ed­ so­u­n­d­l­essl­y­ thr­o­u­gh the b­acky­ar­d­’s gr­assy­ l­aw­n­, taki­n­g car­e to­ avo­i­d­ pu­d­d­l­es o­f w­ater­ l­eft her­e an­d­ ther­e b­y­ spr­i­n­g r­ai­n­. I­t w­as d­u­sk, her­ favo­r­i­te ti­me o­f d­ay­. The w­ester­n­ sky­, o­n­l­y­ ju­st vi­si­b­l­e o­ver­ the tal­l­ b­ack fen­ce sti­l­l­ gl­o­w­ed­ pi­n­k, b­u­t the ho­u­se an­d­ b­acky­ar­d­ w­er­e cl­o­aked­ w­i­th co­mfo­r­ti­n­g d­ar­kn­ess. Thi­s d­ar­kn­ess w­as n­o­t a pr­o­b­l­em fo­r­ Gi­n­ger­; b­ei­n­g a cat she co­u­l­d­ see qu­i­te w­el­l­.

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