Ice Cats by William J. Gibson

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Issue 34 Feb. 2007

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Ice Cats

William J. Gibson

I spend time observing the behaviour of the fab five, wild kittens adopted back in August, they now run things….

observation: When I open the freezer door and pull out a blue plastic ice tray and crack the tray to extract some ice, I am no longer alone in the kitchen. First one then many kittens arrive. They may have been asleep but it does not matter. They arrive because they are hopeful that a small ice chip will explode out of the tray when I tilt it to catch the ice and drop them into my glass. Often this happens. Then the kittens watch as the designated chip batter bats the ice chip around on the linoleum floor.

I have considered flooding the kitchen floor and putting down a miniature puck, but it has been pretty mild this winter and I don’t think the rink would hold for long.