At the end of my street is a grain and feed dealer, a holdover from my town’s agricultural heyday. It manages to survive in this day of e-commerce by offering specialized products with local service. It only has a few employees, but one of them is noteworthy:
The resident cat is a familiar sight, patrolling his “beat” while looking for rodents. He is not all work and no play, however, and will trot over to say hello if he isn’t too busy. Fearless and independent, he lacks any of neurotic tics of a house cat. Living in the moment, he is a welcome sight on my nightly ambles.
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