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And then, in a language humans were only beginning to understand, they continued their meeting.… People often said that cats were strange animals. Dogs waited at doors for their owners. Horses were trained to run, pull, or carry. Cows stood patiently in fields and produced milk. But a cat could spend an entire afternoon asleep on a windowsill, wake at sunset, stretch as though it had been summoned by some invisible authority, and walk out into the darkness without explaining where it was going. Mika lived with such a cat. His name was Sumi. Sumi wore no collar and had never shown the slightest interest in being walked. Every evening, he slipped through the garden gate and disappeared among the narrow streets of the neighborhood. Mika used to worry about him. Then, after reading more about modern feline behavior, he began to understand that Sumi’s independence was not quite the same thing as loneliness. Domestic cats are social...

Yet its unusual life had given scientists something far more valuable than eggs: a rare glimpse into how the cells of a developing bird can carry and express their own biological identity.… One autumn morning, a small roadside market in a provincial town was selling day-old chicks for almost nothing. Among the yellow, peeping chicks was one that looked slightly different. It was unusually vigorous, with long legs and a surprisingly strong appetite. While the vendor was distracted, the chick squeezed through a gap beneath a wooden crate and disappeared into the neighboring gardens. It eventually wandered into the yard of a twelve-year-old boy named Ren. Ren caught it beneath an overturned basket. “Can we keep it?” His mother hesitated. They already had a dog, and the garden was small. But Ren promised to feed it every morning and clean the coop himself. So the chick stayed. They named it Kiiro. At first, there was nothing...

And this time, nobody had to tell her that the session had been successful.… The advertisement was everywhere. On buses, social-media feeds, and the glass doors of expensive veterinary clinics, the name appeared in elegant silver lettering: AURELIA COMPANION ACADEMY Elite Behavioral Training for Dogs, Cats & Parrots Its website showed photographs of impeccably groomed animals sitting perfectly beside their owners. A poodle waited beside a café table without touching a dropped pastry. A Bengal cat calmly entered a carrier. A green-cheeked conure stepped onto a stranger’s hand. The academy described its methods as advanced behavioral conditioning, promising owners a level of obedience normally associated with service animals. That was why Mika enrolled her three-year-old toy poodle, Pochi. Pochi was intelligent but excitable. He barked whenever someone came to the apartment, pulled toward other dogs on walks, and occasionally...