the orange cat, impeccably sawed in half, who keeps herself surgically groomed-- in the dying hours of sunday down, down and tucked well in, her teeth out on the table-- four times i called and heard the noise before the voice came back again...again...again. we are all here for the same thing, he'd said. we are all here to make money. does anyone disagree, he asked like a bullet aimed, his charm coming down all around him. inside a large room i once looked down.