That’s supposed to be a hawk. It’s the black speck above the roof. Everyday, this frayed looking woman in a white sweat suit would come out and walk her cat and the thing would cling to the pavement because of the hawk.
    "I saved its life," she told me when I passed her on my way out. "One more day and it would have been ashes."
I leaned down to pet the cat and noticed that one of its eyes was completely white.
    "Did it have some kind of operation?" I said.
    "No," she said. "It jumped out of my window."