After a nervous couple of minutes on all sides, Hobbs came to an arrangement with the chickens. If they squawked and ran when she bounced on them, they were fair game. Pom-Pom was a cert for this, but Smoke Alarm and Peachy were quick to point out to the cat that they were not to be trifled with. Fred tended to loom over Hobbs, being at least three times her height, and gave her a Look. She never bothered him, not even trying to filch a bit of bread from him. (Hobbs likes bread, and chocolate cake.)
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