The siguiente morning Boomer awoke with césped, hierba tickling his face. "A...achoo!" he sneezed, getting up, not remembering where he was. "Oh..." he sighed, thinking of how his brothers threw him out last night.
Boomer spotted the neighborhood stay cat roaming around. "Hey!" he called. "Come here!" The dark gray tabby tom had no name, so Boomer decided he should give the cat a name. "Cat!" he called once more, getting the tom's attention. It trotted over to him, sitting down and nudging Boomer on the arm. "You have no name," Boomer pointed out. "So I'll call you..." he sat there, his hand over his mouth,...
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