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My second black cat encounter was on the way home.
The mechanized meow was soft in the night.
The cat disappeared into the park that terminated into the dense woods behind the houses.
The first encounter had been the night my mother died. The pain of that night was back. I’d been hoping to sever my dependence on medication, but as my heart began to palpitate, I knew I’d have to take a couple pills tonight.
The meows and long howls of the black cat haunted my sleep.