Lake Lewisia #954

The new cat, picked up from the side of an unfamiliar highway in a rainstorm, spooked at everything: the window opening, the microwave beeping, the woman yawning too loud in the morning. Long after he settled in and reliably sought out her lap or shoulder as a resting place and thought nothing of demanding to be fed at two in the morning, he would bolt from the room over seemingly nothing. When he started herding her away from the bathroom mirror or the door to the hall closet, though, with wide eyes and plaintive mews, she started to wonder if he knew something about the house that she didn't.

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LL#954