The cat said, "Yao" in a
voice both plaintive and forelorn, a cry made to be abandoned. I have seen some
cats in my life, cats on the street, cats dead in dumpsters, cats covered in
scabs and parasites and open, pus-dripping sores, cooked cats on silver
platters surrounded by cooked snakes as an expensive, showpiece serving of “Tiger Fights
Dragon.”
"Do you even have the right to
'yao' like that?" I asked.
Silence, though of what sort?
