Maybe i should call her Naama, from the luck she had, but this pitch black cat isn't sure to have a name, as well as if she'll make it through the winter. When we started treating her, she had allready lost one eye and was losing the other too. Under the energy of Path Of Love, her body recovered but it's almost impossible for her to hunt her way around. So Anekant took her to his place where the cats get a meal daily trought winter. Like a panther she climbed up the pole to reach the food on the table. When the beasts were eating, Anekant lifted a tile in the middle of his kitchen floor and revealed the well. All along the banks of the, dry in the summer, stream are wells thet gather the waterbed. I threw a pebble inside, the sound that came back was this of wet sand. Even wells need cleaning.
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