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DAVIS: The parable of the running cat

November 1, 2013

When I was a little boy, my sister had a black cat. We weren’t a superstitious family at all, so the color was of no consequence to my parents, my brother, sister and me. It was a normal cat. It loved attention, up until the point when it was through with you and walked away.
The best that I recall, it was a happy cat as well. I don’t remember if it was male or female, but the gender is of no particular importance here.

 

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