"Then there she was, before her, leaning against a nearby old oak tree that had a big yellow ribbon tied around it. A wicker basket lay at her feet. The basket, lined with a red and white gingham cloth, overflowed with crunchy treats and cat yogurts and every imaginable flavor. Creamy salmon, tangy tuna, and chicken with a hint of mint to name but a few. Nanda's remarkable sense of smell picked up these delicious aromas that somehow managed to drift through the tightly interlinked chains of polymers forming the plastic packaging. She did a full stretch whilst letting out a soft purr, her unease momentarily forgotten. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves of the tree and the wicker basket creaked softly, echoing the sound of Grace's knees as she bent down to offer Nanda a treat."