Standing in front of the horse stall, I startled when grey fuzz brushed across my feet.
"That is a bold mouse," I thought, looking down.
The grey and tan fuzz appeared from under the stall door.
When I realized it was a cat paw, I smiled, and thought how lucky I am to have a barn cat that has a sense of humor at six in the morning.
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