Seaside café owners are accustomed to unexpected visitors. Seagulls, the occasional dog who has slipped a leash, tourists who arrive thirty seconds before closing time. What owner Patricia Walsh was not prepared for on a Wednesday morning in October was a juvenile fur seal moving steadily through her front door and selecting a spot beneath table four.
The café sat fifty meters from a rocky beach on the southern Irish coast — close enough that Patricia had heard seals calling at night for the twenty years she had operated the business, but never close enough that one had arrived in person during the breakfast service.
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