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Post by Clara Woodsley on Apr 6, 2010 19:32:58 GMT -5
 Saturday afternoon in early spring. A perfect opportunity to take one's time and…walk one's kitten.
At least, this was the case with Clara Woodsley. She strolled around the West Bronx with her small pet–Watson–on her shoulder. The animal was at such a size that he could travel on his owner without causing much pain or discomfort (unless something frightened the poor dear and caused him to dig in his claws).
In the girl's hands was a copy of Shakespeare's "Romeo & Juliet", which she had begun reading at last and had become enthralled with. Every scene played out in her mind with intense detail, every movement vivid in her mind. But that's what she got for having such a vivid imagination when it came to books. She often pictured books playing out in her mind, so this was no unusual occurrence for Clara.
Turning the page, Watson let out a mew and dragged her out of her fantasy. She giggled and gently rubbed the top of the cat's fuzzy grey head. She held the book so the kitten could see in jest, like he could actually comprehend what was going on, and smiled gently. "A secret marriage, isn't that fascinating, Watson?" young Miss Woodsley sighed with slight rapture in her voice.
Watson the kitten mewed again, then licked Clara's ear. Another giggle, "Stop it! I know it's a little uncalled for, but they're in love, silly!" she chided.
Yes, she was talking to her pet, but she had no one else to speak to aside from him. To an outsider it probably appeared strange, but she didn't mind what others thought at the moment.
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