Ice returned in the wee hours of the morning from a night of prowling. The only light he could see was the dim moon showing through the dark clouds. He warily put paw over paw until a potted plant came into sight. He joyfully jumped into the pot and started to dig in the soft, brown soil. Dirt flew in the air and fell to the ground.
"Mission accomplished", Ice purred after he dug a nice, deep hole. Then he curled up and slept soundly.
-KittyLover8
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