I'm still naked. The black cat -- Mister Beast, Doctor Cat, Doctor Teeth, Mister Biter, Little Cuddles, Crazy Boy � sprawls on my shoulder with Superman arms out the back and rubs spit and whiskers into my cheek.
He's big now, but he has a faint purr, a tiny kitten peeping mew. His mother was a voiceless Russian Blue, an Archangel Cat, and his father was something from the woods with teeth. If you forget, you scream and blood is dripping from your hand and you want to kill him. He looks at you with close-set yellow eyes without knowing what happened.