My best friend and my witness

My mom loved me, and apparently very few other people. It felt good, like getting a finicky cat that’s only ever scratched at people’s eyes to sit on your lap and purr. My dad, the dog, off somewhere, happily licking everyone indiscriminately.

This particular night, he was also bummed out by the fact that his cat had died, finished off by a mouse that was in the process of being finished off by some D-Con poison. It was heartrending to hear him talk of the cat as someone with whom he could “communicate” in a building full of people who did not talk to one another. He added that the cat s