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The black cat is growing white fur and I wonder if it's stress or if perhaps it's just always been there and I've never seen it but when I saw it lying on the path today with no one to play with I decided to pet it for a while and it liked it so much that it crawled around me and tried to crawl onto me but then it seemed to realize I didn't like its claws on my thigh so it came down again and wound between my legs instead mewing loudly but when I tried to leave it chased after me and barred my way with its body until I had to walk around it and walk up to the steps and leave it behind and wave goodbye as it looked solemnly maybe forlornly after me and I wondered why I was so afraid was it the fact that I couldn't feed it or the fact that I couldn't stay with it but I think that's why I can't ever commit to anything.