Survival for the Fittest
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Two windows beside the porch door were still open. Katy rushed to them, shutting one, but the animal jumped through the other.
“That is not a cat, Drue,” she almost cried out when her son began calling the creature. She rushed to him, scooping him up and running upstairs. She rechecked his palm, looking for any signs of infection. What kind of animal was this?