The Ginger Cat Again This morning the ginger cat with white paws and face almost fourteen years old jumped from the top of the refrigerator to a far cabinet and back I photographed him in mid-leap a streak of orange with a tail was captured by the camera But now I suspect he's dead one hundred percent dead except he's breathing when I check to see how far along he is in the process of dying he bites me This cat has developed a relaxation strategy akin to an art form, worthy of patent, so that meditation masters may learn from him; when he next wakes up, a few hours from now, or perhaps tomorrow, I'll suggest he write an autobiography