the cat meows by the door.  the door is made of glass.  the glass is dark.  he meows again.

the woman in the next room asks her husband what he is doing.  she is kind of lonely.

the cat, like the man, looks into the mirror, and into the darkness.   both see their own reflections.

the cat continues to meow and the man continues to sit in his chair.

the cat rubs the glass and looks at the man.

the man looks at the cat, then looks away.

the man contemplates opening the door.   letting the cat out.

he would do it too, only he knows that in a very short time, it will all play out in some sort of twisted reversal.

the cat will be looking again at the door.   the man will look at the door.

the man will see the darkness.  the man will see the cat.

the cat will see the man

one of them will be still looking at the darkness

one of them will be looking at the light.

the cat walks away.  it has given up this game and moved on.   perhaps it will reveal its anus to the dog.

or to the woman.

the man has seen it already and  chooses to remain in his chair.  it is comfortable and on occasion is a great place to relax on the nights when he cannot sleep. at any rate, it is at this juncture that the respective behaviours of the man and the cat part ways.

the cat is back.  he is licking himself.  he is scratching himself.  he looks around.

the man continues to sit in his chair.

he is enjoying being ensconced comfortably in his deconstructed kitchen

the cat meows again and once more turns its gaze to the darkness

the man, not looking anywhere in particular, does the same.