There is a large, mostly black tom cat who lives in our neighbourhood. He is coloured exactly the same way as Silvester. He’s large, he’s slinky and he’s kind of a doofus. Every day, from my desk, I see him making the rounds of the neighbourhood. I’m at my desk, not him. He’s slinking under cars, pouring himself over fences and swaggering up to passing nannas for a quick pat. He has white whiskers and is large.
