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During long afternoons I grow bored and lonely, though not alone I suppose, because my three cats are also home. I've made a game out of spying on the sneaky felines, and I'm noticing patterns, strange behaviors. I'm starting to suspect they can speak. Today I've set a trap, forced a meeting by withholding food. After they enter my room I perch outside and listen. Their hushed whispers drop my jaw to the carpet. "I heard you!" I scream pushing open the door. Their fur stands tall, two of them hiss at me, but one just shoots me a wink.

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    Mike Arnzen over 2 years ago

    As a fan of cats in all stripes, I enjoyed this piece about their "knowingness." I like how the prose doesn't feel compressed or rushed, and yet manages to pack a lot into 100 words.

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