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In a small town bar in a small village, the town’s people gathered for community, banter, philosophy and gossip as they did most weeks. As conversation flowed, Jessup asked everyone if they had seen the strange cat. “Last night when I looked out into my back yard, I saw this strange cat run fleetingly by. It was all black with fierce green eyes,” said Jessup. “I did not get a good look at him though, but he looked like something that should not be messed with.” “The only cat around here is an old grey feline” said Alfred. “It comes around my house nightly when I take out my trash. I usually throw him a few scraps and he wanders away. I am not sure where he came from since we haven’t had any cats around here in ages.” Carl announced that he had definitely seen the cat and always left a bowl of warm milk out for him to enjoy. “The cat never howls at my house,” he stated. He argued that he has found that kindness always attracts the best in people. “The cat has become an important part of my daily routine and I am not sure what I would do without him,” he said. “I am so glad that he came into my life.” Doug said that he remembers seeing the cat once and even looked it up in a book to see what kind it was. “You all must be seeing him in the dim light,” Doug said. “The cat is definitely a long-haired Persian; and according to the book, you should never feed him anything but fresh fish. The book also says that your must leave it someplace where it can be found and then walk away, because he doesn’t like to be watched.” Though Dough admitted to never actually seeing the cat eat the fish, he always had faith that the cat would be satisfied. Bob spoke up and complained that the cat must be the one that always bothers him in the middle of the night by sitting on the fence outside his window howling. “The cat looked more auburn to me though, but it must have been the same cat. I usually throw a boot at him to make him go away. Cats are such a pest and we would do good to be rid of it. Attaching yourself to a cat can only lead to it being dependent on you.” Greg laughed at the rest of them and said that he found it to be a very friendly cat that always came up to him for petting. He even confessed to talking with the cat who appeared to listen to him closely. “I would say that she was more of a Siamese cat though,” he said. He challenged the book and argued that it was best to find out what the cat liked by trying different things. “You should treat the cat as an individual. I have found that he likes hard cat food the best.” Kyle laughed at them all and accused them of not knowing the difference between a boy and a girl cat. “She is definitely a girl. They have a certain walk and look about them,” he said. “And besides, the cat acts so much like my dead mother-in-law, I would swear that this cat was a reincarnation of her.” As the townspeople continued to argue amongst themselves as to the behavior, desires and description of this cat, the last of the cats wandered into the abandon barn on the other side of town to sleep until their next outing.