{$title} Unnghh
indentttBidoof - that's her name, now, she reminds herself - sits atop the picket fence that surrounds her new home. She's having trouble settling down. Her paws are itching, prompting her to get up and move. There's no use in staying idle. But if she did get up, what would she do? It's not as if she needs to hunt. The twolegs she's thrown in her lot with take care of that, providing her with clean and filling food every morning and evening. She doesn't have any borders to protect, as far as she can tell. Cats here never seem to go after one another, like Bidoof is used to.
indentttStill, when a stranger rounds the corner and enters her field of view, Bidoof's hackles raise on instinct. With a deep breath, she wills her fur to smooth. 'We don't do that here, remember?' With an unsure voice, she greets the cat. "H-hello! It's nice to... meet you?"
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