There is an old belief whispered among the rafters of Pleasant Pasture—that on certain quiet evenings, when the wind softens and the hay settles just right, the barn itself listens. And if you listen closely too, you might hear the soft-footed mischief of Sir Bill and Gentle Mike, the unofficial keepers of curiosity in our cat colony. Bill, with his watchful eyes, and Mike, with his fearless whiskers, have long believed that nighttime is meant for important work . Not the kin
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