Mr. and Mrs. Cat

I could tell you a great deal about Mr. and Mrs. Cat.

After all, I know them better than anyone else. Which is not a miracle considering that they live a quiet and confined life at my home. Our home, to be fair.

If it was not that they are known by former owner and the occasional visits that destroy our solitary domesticity; one might think that they are some sort of imaginary friends.

They are not. They are very real flesh, fur and feeling. And they are also known  to every child in our street. That for sure must count for something as far as evidence of their existance goes.

At least Mr. Cat-in-the-window is, as that blank stare that reflets their infantile ones and follows them as they go past our plot in the world.

 Not so sure about Mrs. Cat and her perpetual shyness. She may not be the brightest cat, but she knows that other human beings apart from former owner and me are forces to be reckoned with. However, she sometimes abandons her ever-present intuition and gathers up courage to display herself behind the safety of crystal glass.