So, Catte was caring for his ranch's plants, which his friend Buck, the gray counterpart of himself, had left to guard while on vacation. Taking advantage of Catte's status as a scarecrow, he encouraged him to keep an eye on the plants and make sure that no animals ate them or that someone stole them.

Catte sat near the bushes, his expression was frightening, and no animals would approach. Not even an ant. He was good since he did his job as a scarecrow. It was a little boring for Catte, but he had to do what was required. And, well, he was there, sitting and staring into nothingness...

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