Friday, September 08, 2017


Every morning, I feed the cats of the blue square.  Usually about 7-8 cats.  After doing this for a while, some of the cats know me.  They follow me down the alley and back to my hotel.

They meow at me a lot.  I imagine it is something both profound and unintelligible.  They look at me like some I am some non-understanding dummy, as if they repeat their meows maybe I will understand.

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