I was walking up the ginned from the old Shearbridge pub to Laistridge Lane, when I saw a young, black cat licking up rice behind a bollard.
I stopped to make cat noises at it, and noticed clingfilm wrapped bread on top of the bollard.
I opened the clingfilm, discovered it was tuna, and looked up to see the cat running even further away than it had managed since my cat noises.
I did think to throw the roll down anyway, but it was a big room, enough to start a hundred baby rats out on life, and it felt good, and fresh. So I took a bite.
If I am really ill tomorrow then this can be a lesson to me.
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