Cat ran away but didn't make it too far. The dogs of the neighborhood had trained in the ancient martial art of cat-hunting, they surrounded the cat leaving it no place to escape. The cat thought its goose was cooked and prayed to the canine gods, praying for her safe departure to cat heaven and rebirth as a more privileged cat. Please, she whimpered, make it painless. They were going to pounce on her and tear her into pieces, fight over her leg and heart and head, until everybody got a little bit of her. It was a gruesome imagery, but that was too be her reality soon, no joking.
No actually, she heard somebody say... We're here to question you, you aren't a suspect in the murder of Mr...the hairy dog looked at a piece of paper, Geoff MeowMoew and then his dog, just for the sake of money and interest. Not yet, anyway. Not that, you disrespected the way of the village and the ancestors by refusing to accept the bowls used to confine the local drink.
The cat breathed a sigh of relief. "Ah, " she said, yes I knew Geoff from way back when we worked together in LA. But I moved many years ago and he was in town for some work and he asked we meet. Knowing the sort of man that he is, I suggested strongly we meet at a brunch place on Sunday, making sure I had unavoidable plans after it. We caught up on what we had been up to in the years since we last met, and I came to the conclusion that despite his...advanced years, one could say, he had really changed a little bit as a human being. He hadn't grown in the understanding of the pain of others, the intellectual curiosity to know what's beyond. But these aren't crimes. His crimes were to put the system of law and order into Jeopardy! by undermining local institutions, both the courts and police-people of color. So yeah, I knew he was up to no good but didn't have anything personally against him. He was talking about moving back to the city from LA, and I'm afraid if they're going to Dallas, they might just stay there. But he didn't seem right in the head no, though there was nothing I could do about it. Anything I said he'd hold his overwhelming evidence against me, made a charging and battering ramp against me and my boyfriend, and it's really hard to undermine that sort of...I think it's safe to call it soft-power or ability to coerce. I didn't want to get in this whole rigamarole, there's not hard-working performer, she's doing quite well.
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