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I befriended a neighborhood cat. I don't know if he has a name, he just comes around. I call him "Mr. Whiskers." I don't feed Mr. Whiskers, i think he comes around because i don't chase him away, and my dog doesn't live here, and maybe i attract trouble, and maybe Mr. Whiskers is trouble, or maybe he can just smell it. Mr. Whiskers knows something about me no one else does. so i try not to rile him, but at the same time, i don't want him to know he is the only one who knows, so i play it pretty cool, as cool as a man with a secret can. but i wouldn't be completely honest if i didn't mention that Mr. Whiskers has started looking around the place like he might be expecting a little bit more from our relationship than a friendly hello. and naturally i have begun to wonder if his happenstance appearance that fateful evening was so happenstance after all. I have begun to believe that Mr. Whiskers is quite possibly an unsavory fellow, who may not lead the most savory of lives, and i've begun to wonder if Mr. Whiskers could just disappear and why would that be so strange? It is a dangerous game you play, Mr. Whiskers.