[MaskedBandits]

Fria emerged from her den, stretching in the morning sunshine. She neatly hopped onto her fence and balanced there, looking around at her neighbors. Row after row of prefect white Twoleg homes lay for what seemed like forever, and in a way, it was a bit confining. But Fria didn't mind. The black and white she cat was content with the little patch of grass on back of her den, and didn't need much more. Though at the back of her mind, there was a piece of her that wished the rest of hey family would sometime - somehow - come visit...