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The sleek black cat had returned to his new favorite spot to sleep: the pavement behind the building where the woman with the chicken was.

He wasn't there for the chicken. Not really. If there was chicken to be had, he wouldn't say no. He liked the feel of the pavement and the angle of the sun and that one tree over there that felt so good when he scratched it with his claws.

The door suddenly opened and he was halfway across the pavement towards the hedgerow before he stopped himself to look back.

It was the young woman again. She had paused, seeing him halfway to his hiding place and not wanting to scare him.

"Sorry," she bowed slightly in his direction, slowly closing the door behind her. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just came to eat my lunch."

He crouched down and watched her sit in the same spot as before. She opened her bag and he could smell the chicken again. He licked his lips.

"Are you hungry?"

He almost acknowledged her question with a meow, but decided not to. Even without his response, she tore a piece of chicken from her sandwich and tossed it towards him. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively stepping towards the piece and crouching down to examine it before eating it.

"Thought so," she smirked, tearing off another piece to toss towards him.

She watched as he repeated his hesitant routine of examining and eating the meat, but still not coming closer.

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