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A forged steel, double-winged gate—standing slightly ajar—casts long shadows toward us. A tabby-and-white cat sits within the opening. The gate, the cat, and the gateposts all cast long shadows toward us, in which the shapes of the iron bars and the sitting cat can be discerned. In the background, the sun is setting. On either side of the gate, a hedge casts a solid shadow.
Winter is approaching; shadows are lengthening, and the sun’s warmth is fading. A cat sits in the driveway—where the paving stones still hold some heat from the day—soaking up the final rays of the sun. With November here, darkness will fall soon, so the cat sets off to patrol its territory before the freezing night sets in. During the winter, she returns home at night to warm up, and in the morning, she makes a perfunctory check to ensure no mice have dared to venture where they don’t belong.
