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He'd found the cat barren like desert landscape. Who was to know that the cat was to be fertile? 11 months after he'd made serious attempts to pet the cat with a daily regularity, he gave up. The giving up felt good. The giving up was the weight of a body without a soul. Much like carrying that body up the mountain to an ivory plot, giving up half way and leaving the corpse under a bush.
So that when on the 12th month the cat finally germinated and looked for a leg to brush up against, the man was 3 counties over and far too gone to even remember what it was he'd dropped. The cat searched for him for 3 months, but no one could really tell. How could one know the intentions of a cat? On the 15th month, the cat made a leap from a freeway wall with the secret intention of jumping the entire eight lanes.
The woman who hit the cat was 43 and an astrophysicist. She had curly hair and had picked up a cup of coffee before going to work that morning.
The white bumper sticker on the back of her car read, "I'm a physicist, so flirt harder."
So that when on the 12th month the cat finally germinated and looked for a leg to brush up against, the man was 3 counties over and far too gone to even remember what it was he'd dropped. The cat searched for him for 3 months, but no one could really tell. How could one know the intentions of a cat? On the 15th month, the cat made a leap from a freeway wall with the secret intention of jumping the entire eight lanes.
The woman who hit the cat was 43 and an astrophysicist. She had curly hair and had picked up a cup of coffee before going to work that morning.
The white bumper sticker on the back of her car read, "I'm a physicist, so flirt harder."