One night, back in August, on my way to get beer and cigarettes from the 7 Eleven around the corner from our apartment (listen, the world is falling apart, and once and a while I like to pretend that I still live in Bushwick, okay?!?!), I saw a cat paw shoot out from between the iron bars of a fence topper. My eyes followed the paw and landed on the most beautiful cat I’ve ever seen in my whole life—a small Siamese with sky-blue eyes the size of satellite dishes.