T’was way past my bedtime when I reached the entrance to my home. Right by the gate stood this cat. A quick read at it’s facial expression brought two truths to me: It knew I was a resident here and that it didn’t care. It was then that I heard an almost audible voice. “It’s been taken care of..” Like a lost child in a mall, I looked all around me, trying to trace the source of the voice, but to no avail. How does one trace a voice with no physical origin? It was then that I heard the voice again. “Oh my, it seems I’ve gotten the wrong address, my apologies. A good evening to you.” The cat was gone.