Yesterday, we went with my mother-in-law to put down her 15+ year old cat, Sebalius. He was a neighbor's cat from down the block who gradually switched allegiances and, when the neighbors moved, he stayed. He had no front claws and had lost all but one of his teeth, but he still patrolled the Anderson's lot and kept it clear of interloping cats, squirrels, and (they're pretty sure) foxes. He had the frayed ears and dented skull to prove his street cred. He would beg for foot by rubbing up against your leg, in Tom's words, "in the cutest way possible." He got a lot of food from Tom. He chirruped like a bird instead of meowing. He enjoyed fried egg yolks. Cancer finally caught up him. He will be missed. El hombre quiere ser pescado y pájaro, la serpiente quisiera tener alas, el perro es un león desorientado, el ingeniero quiere ser poeta, la mosca estudia para golondrina, el poeta trata de imitar la mosca, pero el gato quiere ser sólo gato y todo gato es gato de...