This is my cat. He is useless and degenerate; he is a decadent and an idle trifler who neither values nor appreciates the lifestyle with which I provide him.
Here is the cat I found in the hallway when I opened the door to leave my apartment yesterday afternoon.
He is the twin of my cat in every way, except for this: my cat was within the apartment, while his double stood without. He was waiting. He was staring directly into the spot in the apartment where my cat was sitting. Their eyes did not leave one another.
The door is closed now, which means the double-cat either is or is not sitting directly behind it.
I am afraid to leave, and I am afraid to stay. I am afraid to learn what I do not know.
Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.