The little grey cat was seen for a split second between two black plastic garbage cans. As soon as she saw me, she was gone. I saw her about eight feet behind the cans, running away. Still young enough to be curious, she looked at me with light sparkling in her eyes.
The alley and its garbage cans is all she has known. That and watching out for humans. The little grey cat will never be touched by my hand.
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