She opened her eyes and stretched her back some more. If she was posing, it was as either the cutest political dissident or the most professional pet-market inhabitant.
Working those eyes, selling those bars, waving that tail.
Cage dancing in the humid rain,
for some boy to come along and pick her up to take her home. Making sure she would not end up two streets down where pet food included chopsticks, instead of tinned cans.
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