"Which eye is it using?" a boy asks me on Wapurgy Lane, pointing at the cat on the wall. It is a better question than most I am asked. The Black Cat's eyes do not match. The left is a flat lamp yellow and watches whatever stands in front of it. The right is a green so deep it reads as black until a flame crosses it, and it rests on a point a few paces behind the person being looked at. I held a candle at the cat's eye level and timed the pupils against my pocket watch. A house cat's closes in under two seconds. The left took forty-one, and the right never moved at all.
The coat is the black of a stove lid, short and close, with no undercoat. It gives back no light. Under a lantern it shows no sheen, only a cat-shaped gap in the evening, and moths that pass in front of it seem to blink out and return. This one carries a round hole in the right ear, pea-sized and clean at the rim, as if punched. Nobody at Wapurgy will call it anything, not even puss. A cat with a name has an address, they say, and it will come to the address.
The paws are narrow and the pads are black, but the tracks are easy to know. In frost or spilled flour each print shows four toes and a fifth, a small round dent set behind the heel, where no cat has a toe. It eats moths, mice and the stubs of tallow candles, gnawed in neat rows along a shelf edge. Where it has slept in an attic, the dust is wiped away in a circle the size of a dinner plate. Lettice Hurn, who sells candles at Ursle Green, keeps her ends in a lidded crock because, she says, it counts them.
The tail is long, carried in a hook, and the tip lies out of true, bent a quarter turn to the left as if set wrong. When it crosses a lane ahead of a walker, the walker stops. On the Ursle Green road people wait for a second traveler to go over first. It leaves by the hedge and never the gate, and afterward it sits looking at an empty doorway. If the left eye is for whoever stands in front, whom is the green eye keeping watch on, the one standing behind?
- Classification
- Uncanny familiar, feline
- Habitat
- Garden walls, sills, attic rafters
- Danger
- Low
- Size
- 10 inches at the shoulder
- Activity
- Nocturnal
- Realm
- Hedgerow villages and night lanes
- Binomial
- Felis umbrivaga
- Diet
- Moths, mice, tallow candle ends
- Temperament
- Watchful, aloof, patient








