I watched yesterday as a punky-looking and slightly drunk man came out of the store. He staggered slightly, carrying a bottle of vodka and a sausage in a transparent bag. The man was unremarkable, but on his shoulder sat a huge black cat with bulging eyes and a slightly open mouth. The cat did not look kind, he looked around vicious. This cat was not simple, he was balanced: his head was motionless, and its body swayed in time with the body of its owner. It looked funny, but the cat clearly didn't appreciate my fun. The man passed without looking back, and the cat stared at me until he was out of sight. I think he remembered me. I think they went out for a drink together :-)