24.1
Lucas's POV
I was standing in my billion-dollar mansion.
It was a cold morning, a little foggy. As I breathed out, I could see most forming. Sunrise was a few minutes away.
I took in the cold atmosphere, appreciating the serenity the AM offered. In the distance, I could hear cats fighting.
I walked towards he source of the noise. I was met with two fat grey Russian cats. They were growling, well in their own little mind, at each other.
I spectated the commotion for a jiffy.
They kept on meowing, and displaying an aggressive stance. It reached a point they got into each other's face, eye to eye. But they backed off on their own.
They meant no harm to each other. It was just to satisfy their own egos. Once they were done, they backed off, still eyeing each other keenly.
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