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I threw the shovel, and nicked him, sending him

rolling before he fled into the nearby field.

Fluff lay there motionless and bleeding. As I

came closer, she tried to move to her babies, but

her leg was broken. Afraid the cat would

return, I got a box and put her in it. I found her

babies in the nest where she had tried to conceal

them. I then moved them all to the stallion’s

barn and put them in one end of his manger.

The only way in was through the door to his

pen, and the stallion hated cats. I knew they

would be safe there.

I got her a little pan of water, and some

grain. She clucked to me as if asking me to

take care of her babies. “We’ll get you better,

Fluff, and you can take care of them yourself,” I

said, but the next morning found me digging her

grave by the barn she had defended as home.

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