The Cat

On the harbour wall, in the best of the sunlight, sits a thin grey cat with his tail wrapped around his feet, radiating the serenity of a creature who has never once been lost, thank you, and resents the implication. "Thursday," you say. He turns his head and gives you the long, slow blink that is, from a cat, a formal apology, a welcome, and an I-told-you-so , all at once. The collar is gone from…