sunnudagur, nóvember 14, 2004

kattatal

On my evening rounds I encountered three cats of varying friendliness. The first was mackerel-striped and followed me a ways. The second was calico and not terribly interested in me. The last was gray, shy, and very pregnant. She waited for me to pass out of range before scampering up the steps I had just come down.

A dog also crossed my path, moving at great speed in pursuit of a hurled thing. To judge by the cries of the leash-holding woman standing nearby, this animal was named Moose.

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