on walking the cat

one very cold night

This evening I wanted to take the cat for a walk but right now everything is so cold that it's creaky.

I opened the patio door.

He stopped, sniffed, then leaped two of his lolloping strides outside.

There he stopped for a moment, stretched out and sniffed the air, and then?

He just stood there a little bit longer as he considered. Time was suspended. World's foreign, universes were born and destroyed.

And Trevor?

He pondered.

Everything and nothing was happening at once as Trevor made a decision.

Very clearly he turned and walked back to the door.

There, he paused for a moment as though he wanted to lick himself but thought better of it. He looked at me as if to say, all right, buddy, open the door. I’m done.

I did as I was told.

And then Trevor the cat went went inside to sit on his sister at the cozy spot by the fire.

I've been doing that myself a lot lately. My sister hasn’t been happy at all. She hasn’t appreciated me sitting on her by the fire.

Nah. If I were sitting on my sister, my finge…