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11 November 2006 @ 12pm

A long evening

Last night began with the best of intentions. Friends were to meet up, and a good time was to be had by all.

But a door was opened, an animal ran, and so began a 45 minute journey through porches and cars, trees and bushes, to recapture a cat.

Loving words were spoken to glowing, distant eyes. Brush rattled as she jaunted through it, dashing from shrub to tree, chasing birds, smelling for other animals. The owner dove through winding vines and overgrown trees, clothes cut to pieces from brances reaching out to slow him down.

But the ebb and flow of chase and run was interrupted suddenly. A desperate dive broke the silence of the night, through interwoven thorns to reach a tree trunk, where the cat clung, hurriedly trying to get away. Claws out, she fought and hissed and bit, but a firm grip meant that her journey into the night had come to an end.