Yes, a black cat. She's sitting upon my open window, yet never venturing inside. Her wise, yellow eyes peering curiously at me. Telling me tales of far away lands and long ago times. She warned me never to tell of our discussions, fearing that others would see me insane and I agreed. Poor, foolish people would miss out on priceless knowledge because of their fear of the supernatural. I have come to expect her visits, going so far as to schedule other even around her. I even canceled a date for her. During winter, she meets with me in dawns early light. In summer, she lectures when the moon is at its highest. She is so much more than a cat. She is the wisest of the wise. Though something shocking as happened. Without warning, her visits has stopped. I know why know. Teenagers looking for a thrill one late Halloween night mutilated her. My teacher left in a dumpster to rot. Well, my friend, an eye for an eye. Though no one seems to understand.