I took no time to shut the window. I locked the door and then went to lobby with confusion whether to believe him or not. What was he talking about? Doctors had said she had died of suffocation. But like I had never expected, I fell asleep, and he dreamed: I dreamed of Stacy. She is so close to my face, but I am not looking at her. She says something, but I can't understand. I am finding uncomfortable being too close to her face. Then I do something which he hadn’t even imagined I could do, even in a dream. I look away from her, willingly. I woke up and saw the blue cat chew another big rat. I had failed to notice the cat in there. I knew what breed it was called. Russian Blue was what it was called. Some people obsessed with cats buy such cats. Reckon, one ran away from the owner. I could see some other cats outside the house but only that one had somehow had managed to get in. I wasn’t minding it. In fact, I wanted all of them to get inside and end the reign of rats. Two or three of those cats ran inside as soon as I opened the door. And none of them looked like stray cats. Those were fancy cats. The blue cat which was there since last day raged at the others. I closed the door and went back to make my bed. The Russian Blue jumped on my bed with no warning. "I don’t want your dirty claws on my blanket –" I paused. "My Lord." I said and lifted the cat to see something I had never thought I would behold. The big tom cat was heavy,, and it didn’t mind being lifted by a human. I looked at the cat's spine and couldn’t stop myself from watching its elegant blue color. I then caught its blue strap around neck. I reckoned the cat could have been owned by a crazy owner obsessed with pets' makeover. I had seen many cats and dogs go through make over. It didn’t change the fact of them being animals. Now near its blue fur had patches of rat blood. I put it down and let it do whatever it wanted to do.