A Cat in Florence

Chapter 3
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The cat jumped up on the lower bunk. It was a beautiful, long-haired cat, with a lustrous, auburn coat, streaked with gold highlights, and a long, very furry, tapering tail. “What a pretty, pretty kitty you are,” I said, in the voice in which humans feel compelled to talk to domestic animals.

The cat looked at me with its green cat eyes and said, “Please, enough with the baby talk.”