...of the wardrobe if we are not in her sight. And no more. She's looking. She's listening. She's studying us suspiciously. She doesn't yell at night any more. She hisses when I get my hand among clothes to tickle her ears. But she doesn't run. If I try take her out of the wardrobe, she makes swollen scrapes on my hands. A wild cat from jungle.
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