the nine

Another warm evening run; this one was around the neighborhood, so no woodrats, deer or coyote available for viewing.  And it wasn’t quite dark enough for the racoon to appear.  But the cats!  On my post-run stroll around the block I counted 9 cats in various states: roaming, reclining, meowing, getting into things, even lounging on a rooftop.  It was like there had been a Normandy-style parachute drop of cats over the neighborhood.  I was hoping for one more sighting to get to the elusive double-digit level, but it ended up being 9 cats, unless I can count our own, sleeping on a chair in the backyard when I got back to the house, as the fabled Tenth Cat.

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