Late night kotamundi encounter
It was late and it was dark, and I shouldn't have been there. Had I known what I was getting myself into, I would have stayed far, far away. As I stood in the darkness, a noise behind me startled me. I turned to see him approaching. First the front left foot, then the rear right foot, Then the other pair. As he slowly made his way toward me, I felt my heart race as my body filled with adrenaline. I thought of running, but there was nowhere to go. I wanted to yell, but nobody would have heard. He was inches from me now. Paralyzed, I merely watched as he placed his two front claws on my legs and hoisted himself upward until his face was at the level of my hand. And then it happened. He licked me. Tentatively at first, but with increasing tenacity as he realized I was incapable of flight. For ten, maybe eleven seconds, that kotamundi licked my hand while I could do nothing but watch. Of course, I was able to snap this picture, but it's only through the grace of a higher power that I'm here to write this today.
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