It’s times like these, I miss that cat. You taught me ‘thunder,’ but not how to make it stop. You come and go (Where do you go all day?) But that cat – that magic cat, who turned off the sky with a flick of her tail, and back on again with a yawn – She came to stay. You would not name her. Now, you say, “That was no magic cat, only a stray — And, anyway, she could not turn off – or on – the sky! She told me that you would say that, and that all people lie. Now, the cat you would not name – she being ‘the blackest thing you ever saw,’ and…