Late for work, Alain rushed out of his apartment building and into the alley where he had parked his scooter, not noticing the pillow-sized living fur lying on its seat until he had put on his helmet.
“Jesus!” The ebony cat looked up at Alain, and blinked its olive eyes.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” The cat shook its tail as if dusting the leather seat. “Look, if — ”
The cat leaped over the rear of scooter, and scampered into a nearby bush.
Alain shook his head, reached into his pocket — then realized he had forgotten his key.
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