There's a evening cat downstairs.
I see it most frequenty during evening time, when I walk the dog. It's jet black, with green eyes, those kind of cats described in stories as bad omens.
I'm not sure if this means it's a bad omen for me. But the cat is pretty, in a sort of scary, intimidating way. I couldn't get it to come close to me, and I didn't want to get too close because I was walking Summer. And my uncle said that Summer doesn't like anything black - from our black and white cat MontBlanc to Indians.
I'll try again tomorrow.
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