The brownie was almost to the first restaurant table, and I’d have to start thinking about running if help didn’t arrive shortly. The cat door built into the bottom of The Flying Curry’s side door twitched open, and a brown and gray tiger striped cat stuck its head out. It growled at the brownie, stepping into the alley as the hair on its back puffed up. When it caught sight of me it meandered in my direction, audibly purring. When the tiger striped cat jumped on my table to join me, it snuggled in and started licking my ear. It was a weird sensation—something scratchy and wet scraping my
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