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| Photo by Orlovic, modified by Tony Wild |
The Last Cat Standing
by Katherine Tomlinson
Moo had been the sweetest cat Lois had ever known. An ordinary black and
white “cow” cat, she’d been the runt of a litter of kittens born to a feral cat
occupying the parking garage of the office building where she worked. A young
woman from the sixth floor, a receptionist at the insurance company that sprawled
across half a dozen office suites, had rescued the kittens and then littered
the building with photocopied flyers offering them up for adoption.
Building maintenance kept taking the flyers down, but every morning there
was a fresh batch taped to the mirrors in all the ladies’ rooms and on the
stairwell sides of all the exit doors.
Lois had successfully staved off such appeals before—in the days before
email it seemed like once a week every local newscast included a pet adoption
segment and the critters on offer were always super cute.
