Leaning over the railing of her second story porch, Miss Ewing looked up and then down the alley. Though she called and called, the big yellow tomcat did not come. “I can’t wait any longer,” she said to herself out loud. “I’m late enough as it is,” and went back into the kitchen, locked and bolted the back door, and put the saucer of milk in the icebox. This was not the first time that the cat had failed to come when she called, and it could just look after itself until she got home. Left to her own devices, Miss Ewing would never have taken on the care and responsibility of an animal. This one had adopted her. One autumn night when she got home from work, the cat, half-starved, was sitting on her front steps. She stopped to stroke it and the cat purred at her touch. It sat so quiet, so gentle, and so trustful that she toyed with the idea of keeping it, and then after a moment said, “Go home, pussy!” and went on up the stairs to her flat. Ten minutes later she hurried down and opened the street door.
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