A circle it was in, licked itself. He bent to pet the plump puss. Time about now, moving through blues were those clouds, and running out. Blacks soon. He often thought she was a dull knife, but this baffled. Oven piping hot, grease plates, running with taps. Mumbled the memory, those plates were not for greasing. Special plates, dull plates, plates with a memory. Stained now, and greasy.
-Loneliest place in the world he said.
Puss yawned, licked itself.
His back felt the lighter for it, sitting down. Flowers, bowl, breathing through it all. Colour of babies eyes. Bloody screaming. A car wailing through the streets. Alfie had a car that burned through the black stuff. I said Alfie, buy me a racing horse, buy me a dragon. Yawned, ran a hand through hair.
-What a day!
Call it prophesy, call it heresy, she hasn't dealt with, hasn't attended to...puss runs...the bloody pockets. Stitch in time, my lady. Still sitting down. Curtains look nice. What did he say today? About shoes. I agreed. Shoes, soles, laces. I was so sure, ah! Sure I was of it, now where is it. Where's the old puss? Could have been anyone...when she tugged up her boots, when she takes them off, she has to bend over too, bent over all that grease.
    Here's darling. Up the higher quarters Sir. She's in her bed. You look all wrong. Dry blood and blue then black. Don't feel right, love. Oh but a fall's a horrible thing. No, come, I drive. No, come. Stubborn as a mule, I did have something to tell you. Bloody useless stubborn. I ring. Fine. Yes. She ask if they're wilting? They're breathing. Seems fed. Can't sew now silly. Sleep and tea. "Yes, something about shoes I think he said that the best kind of shoe affords mobility and feeling through the sole, a union of foot and ground. No he's a pedant. Well yes." Tea, bloody tea.
-Where do you go when I'm out?
What a thing to say! Just leave, just leave.
Oh you gorgeous cat, you know who you are? Bloody marvel. You know you are. Who?