Foster Kitten


I yelped and staggered as tiny claws dug into my bare feet.

A sinuous, feathered little lizard with tiny wings chirped at me and bounded away with all the energy and grace of a newborn kitten.

I sighed and examined the scratches — she’d barely broken the skin, but it was important to teach her it hurt.

Maybe fostering a dragon on a cat had been a mistake?

Then again, the one raised by geese was a real problem …

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