Proudly prancing out of the salon, her tri-color coat sleek and brilliant dazzled every eye that rested on her as Okra passed.
She strutted down the alley, her tail high, swaying along invitingly.
Her purr attracted every ear, loud yet soft, it resonated with pure satisfaction.
Almost as soft as the cloudy fur she paraded on her way home, as soft as the enchantment of her Spring transformation.
Under her spell, Viktor, Bad Boy, and Spike followed behind sniffing the heady perfume that emanated behind her.
As she got to her gate, she turned, and swishing her tail, smiled at them.
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