Michael Tyrell A tuxedo cat’s been haunting my fire escape; it disturbs me to realize his form is all he is, all he will ever be. I swear, I could skin him, protect myself from all decoys, prevent us from meeting, even in dreams, within the same 100 yards, but no worries, I don’t need protection; you follow the law and stay gone, as maybe you feared last year’s blizzards and that’s what kept us inside… all that unrestraint, all...