I regretted having taken it, especially now when all I wanted was the feel of the wind on my fur, the feel of the soil beneath my paws as I ran. Not today. The streets were quiet this late at night and in the distance the dull lights of the Aon Building and the Willis Tower glowed like glow-bugs. The tree was somewhere out there, invisible without its own lights to reveal it from this distance, and yet just the thought of its sickness weakened me. I drove into the rain-soaked alley behind our apartment, rolling to a stop beside the wide metal door that led to the back of our building. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my nose twitched, my panther sensing something was wrong. Key in the lock, I turned and scanned the alley. Everything glinted silver, the grey moon shedding its light on street and doors, windows and garbage cans, all wet from the dusting of rain. The narrow street was empty, nothing stirring except for a tomcat - a real cat from the scent of it - lurking in the furthest end.
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