Left on Main Street
[The picture of the cats isn't much of anything, tucked into the window of a shop on Main Street. Left there, or perhaps blown there by a breeze; it's hard to tell.
It's harder to tell, too, if the picture is supposed to be something special. At least until one really looks. Stares, maybe. Studies. And then the cats in the picture move, much like real cats do, milling around the lake with twitching whiskers and lashing tails. Of course, once one notices it, they never do stop moving, like a gif set on semi-gloss paper, but they never leap off the page and wreak havoc.]