CATWINGS
by Ursula K Le Guin
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Mrs Jane Tabby could not explain why all four of her children had wings.
“I suppose their father was a fly-by-night,” a neighbor said, and laughed unpleasantly, sneaking round the dumpster.
“Maybe they have wings because I dreamed, before they were born, that I could fly away from this neighborhood,” said Mrs. Jane Tabby. “Thelma, your face is dirty; wash it. Roger, stop hitting James. Harriet, when you purr, you should close your eyes part way and knead me with your front paws; yes, that’s the way. How is the milk this morning, children?”
“It’s very good, Mother, thank you,” they answered happily. They were beautiful children, well brought up. But Mrs. Tabby worried about them secretly. It really was a terrible neighborhood, and getting worse. Car wheels and trucks rolling past all day — rubbish and litter — hungrydogs — endless shoes and boots walking, running, stamping, kicking — nowhere safe and quiet, and less and less to eat. Most of the sparrows...
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