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This morning while walking to the subway I crossed paths with a very filthy, very fuzzy white-and-black cat. The poor guy looked homeless but proud. I was thinking about this cat and how he had probably run away from home, and was living a tough life on the streets, when I passed a homeless person's shopping cart, which was piled high with bottles and other bags full of nameless stuff. There was no homeless person anywhere around to go with the cart, but then I realized: it must have been the cat's cart. Once he redeems all those bottles, he'll be living high on the Friskies for a week or so. Then it's back to the grind.
Published by :toddius 2008-02-08 14:20:48.0
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