I noticed what appeared to be a sleeping cat on the roof of a house. The way its hair looked, I wasn’t sure it was alive. And I wondered: Did someone put a taxidermy cat on the roof?
I came home and told my daughter. When I told her I wasn’t sure if it were a real cat, a taxidermy cat, or if I were hallucinating, she immediately wanted to go see.
We decided to bring the dog, who whined like a pathetic teapot most of the ten-minute trip. When we reached the intersection, I could not find the cat.
And then we saw it walk across the roof.

Just another example of how observation can lead to story creation. Whether you want to stick with my original question: Did someone put a taxidermy cat on the roof? or explore the less interesting question of how often does that cat get on the roof and why… Either way, it’s a valuable reminder that truth really is stranger than fiction.

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