This city is full of cats. You can't turn around without stepping on a cat. You can't eat without a skin-and-bones feline eyeing you and your food hungrily. There can't be any rodents in this city, there's far too many cats for that! At the Medina, lean cats that claim kin with ancient cat ancestors stalk amongst the shiny junk. At the market cats sit as close to the stalls as possible, sniffing the aroma of bloody, still scaley, whole, indentifiably generic fish. They crawl under our feet in the streets, they flit about the apartments like only a cat can. No matter how disadvantaged and starved the cats are, they not the people, own this city.
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