"Hi, I'm Greyson," said the handsome, grey tomcat standing before Valerie.
"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Valerie," she said, still transfixed by his looks. "You're new here, aren't you? I haven't seen you around before."
"There comes a time in every man's life when he has to set out and find his own territory. I've been traveling for two days. It looks like, finally, I've found something I like," he said with a grin.
"Oh, you will love this place! We could use a - Oh no!" Valerie exclaimed. "Ginger. He shouldn't see you. He'll - "
"Ginger? Is he your - ?"
"He owns this turf. If he sees that you are his competition, you won't walk away without a fight."
"That's exactly what I'm looking for, Valerie dear. I will challenge whoever owns this turf, and make it my own," he said confidently.
"I don't doubt that, Greyson. In fact, I'll be rooting for you. Anything to get rid of that sick... never mind. But you can't do it now. Don't jump into it. Take your time. We'll take him down together," she said.
"And when I'm king, you'll be my queen."
"I can't wait."
She took him around and showed him all over the turf. Greyson was impressed; by this goldmine of a turf he had tumbled upon, and this clever, beautiful woman he had met. He had known that taking over a turf would be extremely difficult. But it might be easier, if she was by his side.
Together, they walked out into the night.
To be continued...
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