It was there again. That cat.

Not the one I saw that day, though. Or any other days. The cat that I often had seen were the two black cats. They were there when I felt very terrible.

The black cat with the long straight tail still appears from time to time. She seemed to like me, and I had wanted to bring her home.

But my mother said no. So, that was it.

These days around my estate I see a black cat with a white belly. And another grey, grumpy cat with stripes. They get fed daily by the cat lady.

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