Real in L.A.

This cat attached itself to me as I walked through her neighborhood one morning. I stroked her back; she put her nose in the air and flicked her bushy tail from side to side, making the soft, bleating sounds that signal pleasure.

Her thick, long piebald pelt was soft and silky. Someone was taking good care of her.

I had to go before she was ready to let me go. “Sorry cat,” I said, straightening. She rubbed the top of her head against my shin and mewed in supplication, then trotted after me as I set off down the hill picking cat hair out of my mouth.

In the way of cats, something else drew her attention before I had gone very far and I was a solitary walker once again.

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