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Thousand-Year Cat
Thousand-Year Cat
Thousand-Year Cat
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Thousand-Year Cat

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Once upon a time, a cat fell in love with an ambitious man. A short story.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherT. E. Waters
Release dateJun 21, 2011
ISBN9781458198129
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T. E. Waters

A sneaky snaky writer of historical fantasy with the occasional slippery science fiction element. Like giant robots.

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    Thousand-Year Cat - T. E. Waters

    Thousand-Year Cat

    T. E. Waters

    Copyright © 2011 by T. E. Waters

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    Among the high narrow rows of apartments in the Old Quarter there lived a cat. It was not the loveliest or most comfortable of neighborhoods: there the sky was a smoky shade of blue, and paint peeled from every door, and the streets were lined with rusty black rails and brown walls overgrown with moss and graffiti. She could have chosen any other place to live, had indeed traveled far and wide throughout her considerable lifetime. She was a calico cat, a lucky cat, welcomed everywhere she went. She had dwelled before in the forest, brimming with life; in the fields by the river under the stars, where farmers toiled by day and mice danced by night; in the grand opulent houses of the rich; in the bright noisy heart of the capital.

    But she stayed in the Quarter because there was a man who lived in a small room on the highest floor of the oldest building there, and she found him most peculiar.

    * * *

    He was different from the other humans. Every morning he woke before dawn, made a cup of coffee, and headed out to the balcony outside his room where she waited.

    Come here, kitty, he would say, a small plate of tuna in one hand and his coffee in the other. And there they would stand together — he leaning against the railing, she nibbling at her plate — as the sun crept into the sky.

    He wasn't the only one who talked to her or offered her food. Humans were predictable creatures and generally not very interesting. Many liked the sound of their own voices and the trivial drama of their lives more than they liked to admit; others simply yearned for a sympathetic, or at the very least neutral, ear. There was nothing a person was unwilling to reveal to a mere

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