5-24-21 Daily Dig

A Strange Encounter Zito Madu I was coming home around three in the morning, walking down a small street toward a passageway that usually had cats watching from the tops of both walls. I swayed along, hoping as ever to be invited into their world. In that blissful state of mind, I met a wounded cat going the opposite way. I took about three steps before I stopped. I knew what a cat looked like. What I had walked past was not a cat. . . . I knew many fictional foxes before I ever met a real one – on a London street.

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