Buffalo nickel

Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor
of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you
find. What were you doing that year?

It's 2014. 

Curiosity killed the cat once, but it still had eight lives remained not to miss a chance of finding out, what was there, in that nice hole in the wall of an old house in the centre of the city. There was nothing curious about that hole from a human's point of view, but that cat needed to find a new shelter for itself, since a pack of stray dogs has chased it out its previous cosy "house", and that hole, which was definately leading somewhere inside the building, was of a great interest and importance. 

It was an early morning, and there was no one in the yard, so the cat felt safe, while it was staring at the hole, trying to find out, where it led or was it big enough for the cat to skin through. The first rays of the sun, piercing through the heavy clouds, were mild, and warm summer breeze promised a little bit hot afternoon, but the cat hardly had time to enjoy such nice weather, which, by the way, was quite rare in that city. It was raining all night long, its fur was still wet and paws were dirty, so it must find another place to hide from the nasty rain and dogs before the evening. And, besides, it was hungry. 

It took the cat almost half an hour to smell the hole and to listen to what was going on inside it, but the animal still hasn't made up its mind about it. There must be basement, as she heard the sound of water stream, running through the pipes. There could be mice and rats also, which was good. But on the other hand, there could be some mouse poison there as well, which wasn't good at all. The cat didn't have an intention to take risks, because the hole still looked somewhat dangerous to it, but its inner curiosity was a way stronger feeling than its self-preservation instinct. The cat was just about getting through the hole, when the metal door behind it opened with a squeaky noise. 

The cat turned its head to the noise as fast as it could. There were two girls on the porch, the first, a taller and redhead one, told something to another girl, who carelessly closed the door behind them and answered to her friend. Both of them were wearing jeans and backpacks. The cat's eyes narrowed as it watched the girls crossing the yard. It was ready to run away in case there would be any danger for it to stay there, but they seemed not to notice the cat at all - the redhead girl was busy putting her sunglasses on, while another one pulled her long black hair away from her face and took some photos of the sky, which now was so cloudless and clear, as if it has never rained before.

"Tourists" - thought the cat, losing all the interest to the girls. When they left the yard, the cat turned back to the hole and dissappered in its darkness.