I start slowly doing all the things, the way I know he likes them. I circle his ankles in a figure of eight, purring. He bends to tickle my ears. I rear up to rub my head against his face. For a moment I wonder if it’s a trick. Perhaps he’ll take my head and twist it, now, until my neck breaks.

“Hey,” he says. “Kitten.” The fondness in his voice gives me a broken feeling in my spine, all along my tail. He is familiar to me as my own silky coat, or Night-time. I thought he saved me. I thought we were part of one another, almost. The thought makes me cough again in my throat.

“What’s up? Got a bone stuck or something? Let me take a look.” He lifts me gently onto his lap and parts my jaws.

“No,” he says. “You’re OK, kitten.” I purr and knead and he runs a gentle hand up and down my back. “I’ve been away too much,” he says. “We’ve spent too much time apart. I’m going to be home more often, I promise. Starting now.”

I row furiously and purr.

“You want me to turn off the TV?” he asks.

I purr louder. We’re going to get away from you, I start to say and then I think better of it. What if he’s like Lauren and understands cat? A horrible thought—that all this time he has been listening to me.

“Got to turn the music up again,” he says sleepily, but I stroke the underside of his chin with my tail. I know just what to do to give him peace, I always have, and his eyes close, as I knew they would. His breathing becomes slow and regular and his chin meets his chest. I watch for a moment, searching for a way to feel. I guess something or someone made him the way he is, but that doesn’t matter now.

He looks so much younger when he sleeps.

I did it, I say to Lauren. He’s asleep.

“Is he really out?” Lauren asks. “Is it really safe?”

I listen. Ted’s breathing in the far room is heavy and regular. I think it’s now or never. OOoooeeeeeooo. The whining in my head is back, a mad wasp in my ears.

Yes, I tell her. I hope I’m right. I shake my head and rub my ears.

She says, “You see where the freezer sits close up against the kitchen counter?”

Yes.

“Knock the top weight off the pile. It’ll make some noise, but not too much. Don’t let it fall on the floor. Then push it off the freezer, onto the counter. Got it?”

I nod, forgetting she can’t see me. Got it, I say.