Two black and white spotted cats look alike. Both have the same little red flowers on their heads. They have come to meet their mates.
Xueqin says it's the last chance to see the spring sea. I wait till she has disappeared from view before I start to go. I can't walk quickly on the gravel beneath my feet.
I borrow two art catalogues from a girl. One is a book of images of cats made by a sculptor and the other is book of cat sculptures in relief.
My little brother stands in the middle of the room. He has spread white pills from the medicine bottle all over the table. I told him: remember, do not touch the things on my table. I am mopping the red floor. A cat sits on the wet floor staring off into space.