I swear
that yesterday evening, waiting to turn right at the Nishi-Azabu junction, I saw a man cross the road in front of me walking a sizeable black Persian cat on a lead. It wasn’t a dog; it had that unwilling, slightly bent-kneed walk that cats do when they’re on full alert.
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