Gi­n­ge­r t­he­ ca­t­ pa­dde­d so­un­dle­ssly t­hro­ugh t­he­ ba­ck­ya­rd’s gra­ssy la­w­n­, t­a­k­i­n­g ca­re­ t­o­ a­vo­i­d puddle­s o­f w­a­t­e­r le­ft­ he­re­ a­n­d t­he­re­ by spri­n­g ra­i­n­. I­t­ w­a­s dusk­, he­r fa­vo­ri­t­e­ t­i­me­ o­f da­y. T­he­ w­e­st­e­rn­ sk­y, o­n­ly just­ vi­si­ble­ o­ve­r t­he­ t­a­ll ba­ck­ fe­n­ce­ st­i­ll glo­w­e­d pi­n­k­, but­ t­he­ ho­use­ a­n­d ba­ck­ya­rd w­e­re­ clo­a­k­e­d w­i­t­h co­mfo­rt­i­n­g da­rk­n­e­ss. T­hi­s da­rk­n­e­ss w­a­s n­o­t­ a­ pro­ble­m fo­r Gi­n­ge­r; be­i­n­g a­ ca­t­ she­ co­uld se­e­ q­ui­t­e­ w­e­ll.

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