There is a cat who lives in the grocery store next door. If you put your basket of groceries down on the wooden floor, she will come running to see what you have chosen. She hides her face in the beet greens so that her head looks like something growing in a garden.
Down the road, near the waterfront, there is an old building painted in drips of bright colors and decorated with curious objects. A feline family lives here.
Though I’m more of a dog person (I’m allergic to cats!), I like cats, too. I like the way they dart about the neighborhood, and the way curiosity draws them out from their hiding places: