Just now as I was about to gather my clothes from the laundry room, I stepped out of my apartment and gasped. “RICO!” I scolded, as the cat bounded back down the hall to greet me. How the hell did he get out of my place? A girl appeared in the hall walking toward me with a smile, and it hit me.
Those familiar white sock paws, that tabby fur and rascally appearance… it wasn’t Rico at all. It was the cat across the hall who looks exactly like him come out to accompany his owner while she took down the garbage.
There is no distinguishing feature for that cat from mine, other than the different owner. About a year ago, the twin cats met in the hall and simply looked at each other in amazement. I wonder how many other cats look EXACTLY like mine.