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July 8, 2007
Lately, a pair of young cats have been brushing up against my legs as i walk to and from my apartment. They'd come out from one of the vehicles in the parking lot and follow me for awhile. Where did they come from? Does someone own them?
When nobody was watching, I asked one of them, When are you going to let go of my tongue? but it just purred in response, raking back the hair on my shins. Finally I got up and retrieved my laundry, remembering my grandma's cats as I broken-heartedly closed the door behind them.