It was a little too big to be a cat, but it didn’t move like a cat. It had a bit of spring in its step and not much slink.
As it trotted away from the trash pile with something long in its mouth, I noticed the fluffy tail held stiffly at a down angle. It was dark, and I couldn’t make out much more before it rounded the corner. When I followed it around …
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