Four-legged waiting-mate

 Last night, I waited with a different sort of wait-mate. At the first bus stop on the way home, human companionship is rare (probably one reason this bus comes every 45 minutes). In fact, any sort of companionship is rare--save for the scary spiders that sometimes appear at my feet. Eek.

Last night was different. I sat, waiting--a bit grouchy, having missed my intended bus by about 30 seconds--and suddenly felt a bit of a presence behind me. I turned to find a cat, sitting elegantly in the neighbor's yard. He nicely posed for a picture.

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