Julian is fearless when it comes to his big brother, Sid. He doesn't know what it feels like to have four sharp razors swipe at your ankles because you didn't stop and fill the food dish (baff baff!). The flesh of his forearm hasn't been shredded just because it looked "ripe". He doesn't know that if he were to sigh the wrong way, it might be mistaken for an invitation to rumble with the "flat eared monster". No, Sid has been in a strangely good mood lately, and his temper has cooled long enough for Julian to be allowed near enough to pat his furry face, and even grab a handful of orange fur, which Sid doesn't seem to mind one bit. When the cat walks near to him, Julian cranes his neck for a better look, and reaches out to touch the quiet, furry creature that lives among us.
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