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.