Catalyst 13/?

 

 

 

It was well before daylight when Gibbs woke up, but he enjoyed the still mornings at the cottage very much. In a routine he'd very much like to have, once the coffee was made, he went out onto the front porch with his cup and a slice of pie. The first streaks of daybreak were starting on the horizon when he heard a rustle in the nearest tree before a thud over his head. Even though he couldn't see anything through the metal roof, Gibbs eyes went up and followed the thumping and scratching as it moved across the porch. "Morning, Norman."

 

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