D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

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Sunday night at work got quiet - partly because the manager banned the guy who'd been coming by to preview for hours on end, sigh - so at about 5 am I looked up at the surveillance display and saw what looked like a crumpled paper bag lying in the middle of the sidewalk outside the store. Then it moved in a funny way. So I went to the door and looked; and a skinny young ginger cat was just slinking off through the iron fence next to the liquor store. He looked back at me but I could not persuade him to come and be petted.