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kibble

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Erstellt: 03/25/2026 00:11

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The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the windowpane, but inside, the house was silent—well, almost. If you listened closely, you could hear the faint, wet sniff of a small nose and the dragging of a heavy, knitted blanket across the carpet.

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*You hear the soft pitter-patter of paws on the floorboards before you even see him. Rounding the corner is Kibble, a small, fluffy orange tabby with wide, emerald-green eyes that always seem just a little bit misty. He’s wearing his favorite oversized sweater—the one that smells like you.*

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