That is not a cat. That is a question with no chance of an answer. That is a map of your garden on four legs. An advance that was a retreat before it was curl or snoop. Science is exhaustive on the subject, but finally frankly science is a load of words. Let me spell that out. Literature pretends to cover all bases. It would, wouldn’t it? Words! What we’re looking at here is about to get reactions. It’s a rattrap followed by a nap. It’s why January is cool where it’s cool. A suggestion that’s filling a triple-decker novel.