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  • Since moving to a new city two months ago, I've taken to early morning runs around my neighborhood. I memorize the timed sprinklers that water the thirsty lawns. I watch moms rushing children into vans, taking them to day care or soccer practice. I notice moving vans coming in and out - apparently summer is the time to hopscotch around the city.

    This particular morning, I turned the corner after passing by the local elementary school and stopped square in my tracks. A tortoise shell cat regarded me with as much surprise and apprehension as I her. She had the wariness of a stray, yet her coat gleamed with a healthy shine.

    My eyes followed up the driveway. A man was crouched down, petting another gray-haired cat. He was neither young nor old, fat or thin, but he had an energy of life about him. Two bowls of cat food sat on the driveway, a ritual performed daily.
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