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Life is so mundane and disappointing...
This morning on my way to the bus there was a cat lying on the grass by the side of the road. It was a pretty thing, pale cream with fawn points, and its coat glittered in the sunlight. From the amount of frost on it, it must have been there at least half the night. It wasn't breathing, and I've no idea who one calls to report dead animals, so I left it there and kept walking. Sitting on the bus, I allowed myself to imagine that the sunlight melted the frost from its fur, and it sat up, gave itself a thorough and rather offended wash, and flounced off to be about its business. But it was still there when I came home in the evening, and it was still just as dead.


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