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Cat and Owner Maya found Rafi before she could afford a proper name for him. He was a scrawny thing with one ear nicked and a habit of tapping the kettle with his paw until she noticed him. She was twenty-seven, working nights at a small print shop and learning to take photographs on the side; Rafi fit into the margins of her life the way a stray sunbeam fits into a narrow room—unexpected, warm, and impossible to plan around. They settled into a rhythm that looked ordinary to anyone else but f