The cat was staring at him, occasionally half-shutting and re-opening its eyes. I found it unnerving, at first, but somehow, soothing, too. Far more unsettling was the putative client, sitting in a chair beside the cat’s own, who concluded his brief self-identification this way: “I believe we have a valid cause to question this professor. He can tell you how to find these men behind ‘our’ recent brush with disaster. I ask you, Mister Wirth, to please take my poor cat’s case.” He indicated said feline with a wave.
Perhaps it was my desire to find some solace in reality that explains why I looked…
