the new white plaster. It was the shape of large cat, hanging by
its neck.
I looked at the shape with complete horror. Several minutes
passed before I could think clearly again. I knew I had to try to
think clearly. I had to know why it was there.
I remembered hanging the cat in the garden of the house next
door. During the fire the garden was full of people. Probably,
someone cut the dead cat from the tree and threw it through the
window — to try and wake me. The falling walls pressed the
animal's body into the fresh plaster. The cat burned completely,
leaving the black shape in the new plaster. Yes, I was sure that was
what happened.
But I could not forget that black shape for months. I even
saw it in my dreams. I began to feel sad about losing the
animal. So I began to look for another one. I looked mostly
in the poor parts of our town where I went drinking. I
searched for another black cat, of the same size and type as
Pluto.
One night, as I sat in a dark and dirty drinking-house, I
noticed a black object on top of a cupboard, near some bottles of
wine. I was surprised when I saw it. 'I looked at those bottles a
few minutes ago,' I thought, 'and I am sure that object was not
there before . .
I got up, and went to see what it was. I put my hand up,
touched it, and found that it was a black cat — a very large one, as
large as Pluto. He looked like Pluto too — in every way but one:
Pluto did not have a white hair anywhere on his body; this cat
had a large white shape on his front.
He got up when I touched him, and pressed the side of his
head against my hand several times. He liked me. This was the
animal I was looking for! He continued to be very friendly and
later, when I left, he followed me into the street. He came all the
way home with me — we now had another house — and came