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The floor hardened against his right hip and his thigh and right shoulder； so he lay on his back now and rested against the muscles of his shoulders； drawing his knees up under the blanket and letting his heels push against the blanket。 This took some of the tiredness out of his body and he put his left hand on the sleeping cat and stroked him。
¨You relax awfully well； Boy； and you sleep good；〃 he said to the cat。 ¨I guess it isnˇt too bad； then。〃
He thought of letting some of the other cats out so he would have them to talk to and for company now that Boise was asleep。 But he decided against it。 It would hurt Boise and make him jealous。 Boise had been outside the house waiting for them when they had driven up in the station wagon。 He had been terribly excited and had been underfoot during the unloading； greeting everyone and slipping in and out each time a door was opened。 He had probably waited outside every night since they left。 From the time he had orders to go； the cat knew it。 Certainly he could not tell about orders； but he knew the first symptoms of preparation； and； as they proceeded through the various phases to the final disorder of the people sleeping in the house （he always had them sleep in by midnight when leaving before daylight）； the cat became steadily more upset and nervous until； finally when they loaded to leave； he was desperate and they had to be careful to lock him in so that he would not follow down the drive； into the village； and out onto the highway。
One time on the Central Highway he had seen a cat that had been hit by a car and the cat； fresh hit and dead； looked exactly like Boy。 His back was black and his throat； chest； and forefeet were white and there was the black mask across his face。 He knew it couldnˇt be Boy because it was at least six miles from the farm； but it had made him feel sick inside and he had stopped the car and gone back and lifted the cat and made sure it was not Boy and then laid him by the side of the road so nothing else would run over him。 The cat was in good condition； so he knew he was someoneˇs cat； and he left him by the road so they would find him and know about him rather than have to worry about him。 Otherwise he would have taken the cat into the car and had him buried at the farm。
That evening； coming back to the farm； the body of the cat was gone from where he had left him so he thought that his people must have found him。 That night； when he had sat in the big chair reading； with Boise by his side in the chair； he had thought that he did not know what he would do if Boise should be killed。 He thought； from his actions and his desperations； that the cat felt the same way about the man。
He sweats them out worse than I do。 Why do you do it； Boy？ If you would take them easier you would be much better off。 I take them as easy as I can； he said to himself。 I really do。 But Boise canˇt。
At sea he thought about Boise and his strange habits and his desperate； hopeless love。 He remembered him the first time he had seen him when he was a kitten playing with his reflection on the glass top of the cigar counter of the bar at Coj？mar that was built out on the rocks overlooking the harbor。 They had come down to the bar on a bright Christmas morning。 There were a few drunks there left over from the celebration of the night before； but the wind was blowing freshly from the east through the open restaurant and the bar； and the light was so bright and the air felt so new and cool that it was no morning for drunks。
¨Shut the doors against that wind；〃 one of them said to the proprietor。
¨No；〃 the proprietor said。 ¨I like it。 Go and find a lee somewhere else if itˇs too fresh。〃
¨We pay to be comfortable；〃 one of the leftovers from the nightˇs drinking said。
¨No。 You pay for what you drink。 Find another place to be comfortable。〃
He looked out across the open terrace of the bar at the sea； dark blue and with whitecaps； with the fishing boats crisscrossing it sailing and trolling for dolphin。 There were half a dozen fishermen at the bar and two tables of them sitting on the terrace。 They were fishermen who had done well the day before； or who believed the good weather and the current would hold and were taking a chance and staying in for Christmas。 None of them that the man； whose name was Thomas Hudson； knew ever went to church even on Christmas and none of them dressed； consciously； as fishermen。 They were the most unfishermanlike fishermen he had ever known and they were among the very best。 They wore old straw hats； or were bareheaded。 They wore old clothes and were sometimes barefooted and sometimes they wore shoes。 You could tell a fisherman from a countryman； or guajiro； because the countrymen wore formalized pleated shirts； wide hats； tight trousers； and riding boots when they came to town and nearly all of them carried machetes； while the fishermen wore the remnants of any old clothes they had and were cheerful； self…confident men。 The country men were reserved and shy unless they were drinking。 The only way you could tell a fisherman； surely； was by his hands。 The hands of the old men were gnarled and brown； spotted with sun blotches； and the palms and fingers were deep cut and scarred by the handlines。 The young menˇs hands were not gnarled； but most of them had the sun blotches and they were all deeply scarred and the hair on the hands and arms of all but the very darkest men was bleached by the sun and the salt。
Thomas Hudson remembered how on this Christmas morning； the first Christmas of the war； the proprietor of the bar had asked him； ¨Do you want some shrimps？〃 and brought a big plate piled with fresh cooked prawns and put it on the bar while he sliced a yellow lime and spread the slices on a saucer。 The prawns were huge and pink and their antennae hung down over the edge of the bar for more than a foot and he had picked one up and spread the long whiskers to their full width and remarked that they were longer than those of a Japanese admiral。
Thomas Hudson broke the head off the Japanese admiral prawn and then split open the belly of the shell with his thumbs and shucked the prawn out and it was so fresh and silky feeling under his teeth； and had such a flavor； cooked in sea water with fresh lime juice and whole black peppercorns； that he thought he had never eaten a better one； not even in M？laga nor in Tarragona nor in Valencia。 It was then that the kitten came over to him； scampering down the bar； to rub against his hand and beg a prawn。
¨Theyˇre too big for you； cotsie；〃 he said。 But he snipped off a piece of one with his thumb and finger and gave it to the kitten who ran with it back to the tobacco counter to eat it quickly and savagely。
Thomas Hudson looked at the kitten； with his handsome black and white markings； his white chest and forelegs and the black； like a formal mask across his eyes and forehead； eating the prawn and growling； and asked the proprietor who he belonged to。
¨You if you want him。〃
¨I have two at the house。 Persians。〃
¨Two is nothing。 Take this one。 Give them a little Coj？mar blood。〃
¨Papa； canˇt we have him？〃 asked the one of his sons； that he did no