Fluffy

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My friends used to throw rocks at cats. I’d do it too, just to be sociable, but I never aimed to hit. I think it’s stupid, and besides, I like cats.

But I wanted to have friends.

One day I was down by the old train tracks with Raymond and Billy, and some of the stray cats were going through the garbage, and my friends started throwing rocks at them. But this time there was one little black and white cat with the other ones. Actually, it looked like it was still a kitten—it was real tiny. Only it didn’t act like a kitten.

The cat was weird. While Raymond and Billy were throwing their rocks, the other cats scattered. But the little one—I swear on a stack of Bibles—would watch the rocks coming, decide if they were going to hit, then only move if a rock was going to.

“What a dumb cat,” Raymond said. “I’m gonna get that sucker!”

He ran after the little cat, but it took off from him. When Raymond stopped running, the cat did, too, and just watched him. Raymond tried again, but the cat did the same thing. Finally Raymond picked up a stick, but by then I’d run over and stopped him.

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