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the cat climbs onto her human's lap, and lies down, her head to his knees.
Her head is scratched, feel the bony skull underneath the fingers.
She makes a steady purring sound now, if her head is not scratched hard enough she pushes it agains the fingers.
She appears to like that.

After a while, get up.
This has taken too long.
Hurry now, gather the things, the mobile phone, the bag.
Leave the house, there is the big woman from two houses down the road. She is walking her tiny dog.
Small, black and smooth haired.
She has short smooth black hair too.

The little car is where it was left yesterday.
It is smooth and black as well, but of course it has no hair.
The weather is cool today, the dysfunctional air conditioning will not matter.