The lights in the parking lot outside my picture window brighten the window shade into an even flat glow. A movie I’ve seen a dozen times ends, and my eyes are drawn to the shadow of a cat which suddenly appears in my corner of the window. The shadow turns so that it’s in profile now, and it paces the length of the window, tail pointing up behind it. The shadow stops at the other end, hangs out there for a moment and then turns around to retrace its steps and wander away.