The second cat I made is called Moses. He's not an old cat but he's lived a rough life on the streets as a stray and he's got a tattered look to him. His brow is furrowed with worry and he's pondering who might give him his next bit of tuna. He sits in the alley behind the butcher's and the baker's and hopes that someone might send him some scraps.
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