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¨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 not think about any more； who had come up from the steps of the terrace where he had been watching the fishing boats come in； seeing the men unstep their masts； unload their coiled lines； and throw their fish ashore。 ¨Please； papa； canˇt we have him？ Heˇs a beautiful cat。〃
¨Do you think heˇd be happy away from the sea？〃
¨Certainly； papa。 Heˇll be miserable here in a little while。 Havenˇt you seen how miserable the cats are in the streets？ And they were probably just like him once。〃
¨Take him；〃 the proprietor said。 ¨Heˇll be happy on a farm。〃
¨Listen； Tom？s；〃 one of the fishermen who had been listening to the conversation from the table said。 ¨If you want cats I can get an Angora； a genuine Angora； from Guanabacoa。 A true Tiger Angora。〃
¨Male？〃
¨As much as you；〃 the fisherman said。 At the table they all laughed。
Nearly all Spanish joking had that same base。 ¨But with fur on them；〃 the fisherman tried for another laugh and got it。
¨Papa； can we please have this cat？〃 the boy asked。 ¨This cat is a male。〃
¨Are you sure？〃
¨I know； papa。 I know。〃
¨Thatˇs what you said about both the Persians。〃
¨Persians are different； papa。 I was wrong on the Persians and I admit it。 But I know now； papa。 Now I really know。〃
¨Listen； Tom？s。 Do you want the Angora Tiger from Guanabacoa？〃 the fisherman asked。
¨What is he？ A witchcraft cat？〃
¨Witchcraft nothing。 This cat never even heard of Saint Barbara。 This cat is more of a Christian than you are。〃
¨Es muy posible；〃 another fisherman said and they all laughed。
¨What does this famous beast cost？〃 Thomas Hudson asked。
¨Nothing。 Heˇs a gift。 A genuine Angora Tiger。 Heˇs a Christmas gift。〃
¨Come on up to the bar and have a drink and describe him to me。〃
The fisherman came up to the bar。 He wore hornrimmed glasses and a clean； faded； blue shirt that looked as though it would not stand another washing。 It was lacy thin in back between the shoulders and the fabric was beginning to rip。 He had on faded khaki trousers and was barefoot on Christmas。 His face and hands were burned a dark wood color and he put his scarred hands on the bar and said to the proprietor； ¨Whisky with ginger ale。〃
¨Ginger ale makes me sick；〃 Thomas Hudson said。 ¨Let me have one with mineral water。〃
¨Itˇs very good for me；〃 the fisherman said。 ¨I like Canada Dry。 Otherwise I donˇt like the taste of the whisky。 Listen； Tom？s。 This is a serious cat。〃
¨Papa；〃 the boy said； ¨before you and this gentleman start drinking； can we have this cat？〃
He had tied a shrimp husk on the end of a piece of white cotton string and was playing with the kitten； who was standing on his hind legs； as a rampant lion does in heraldry； boxing with the lure the boy swung at him。
¨Do you want him？〃
¨You know I want him。〃
¨You can have him。〃
¨Thank you very much； papa。 Iˇm going to take him out to the car to gentle him。〃
Thomas Hudson watched the boy cross the road with the kitten in his arms and get into the front seat with him。 The top of the car was down and from the bar he watched the boy； his brown hair flattened by the wind； sitting in the convertible in the bright sunlight。 He could not see the kitten because the boy was holding him on the seat； sitting low on the seat out of the wind； stroking the kitten。
Now the boy was gone and the kitten had grown into an old cat and had outlived the boy。 The way he and Boise felt now； he thought； neither one wanted to outlive the other。 I donˇt know how many people and animals have been in love before； he thought。 It probably is a very comic situation。 But I donˇt find it comic at all。
No； he thought； I do not find it comic any more than it is comic for a boyˇs cat to outlive him。 Many things about it are certainly ridiculous； as Boise was when he growled and then made that sudden tragic cry and stiffened his whole length against the man。 Sometimes； the servants said； he would not eat for several days after the man was gone but his hunger always drove him to it。 Although there were days when he tried to live by his hunting and would not come in with the other cats； he always came in finally and he would leap out of the room over the backs of the other crowding cats when the door was opened by the servant that brought the tray of ground meat and then leap back in over all the other cats as they milled around the boy who had brought the food。 He always ate very quickly and then wanted to leave the cat room as soon as he had finished。 There was no cat that he cared for in any way。
For a long time now the man thought that Boise had regarded himself as a human being。 He did not drink with the man as a bear would but he ate everything the man ate especially all of those things cats would not touch。 Thomas Hudson remembered the summer before when they had been eating breakfast together and he had offered Boise a slice of fresh； chilled mango。 Boise had eaten it with delight and he had mango every morning as long as Thomas Hudson was ashore and the mango season lasted。 He had to hold the slices for him so he could get them into his mouth since they were too slippery for the cat to pick off the plate and he thought he must rig some sort of a rack； like a toast rack； so the cat could take them without having to hurry。
Then when the alligator pear trees； the big； dark green aguacates with their fruit only a little darker and shinier than the foliage； had come into bearing this time when he had been ashore in September for overhaul； preparing to go down to Haiti； he had offered Boise a spoonful out of the shell； the hollow where the seed had been； filled with oil and vinegar dressing； and the cat had eaten it and then afterwards at each meal； he had eaten half an aguacate。
¨Why donˇt you climb up in the trees and get them for yourself？〃 Thomas Hudson had asked the cat as they walked together over the hills of the property。 But Boise； of course； had not answered。
He had found Boy up in an alligator pear tree one evening when he had gone out in the dusk to walk and see the flight of blackbirds going in toward Havana where they flew each night from all the countryside to the south and east； converging in long flights to roost； noisily； in the Spanish laurel trees of the Prado。 Thomas Hudson liked to watch the blackbirds come flying over the hills and to see the first bats come out in the evening and the very small owls coming out for their night flying when the sun went down into the sea beyond Havana and the lights began to come on over the hills。 On that night he had missed Boise； who nearly always walked with him； and he had taken Big Goats； one of Boiseˇs sons； a big…shouldered； heavy…necked； wide…faced； tremendous…whiskered； black； fighting cat for the walk。 Goats never hunted。 He was a fighter and a stud cat and that kept him occupied。 But he was cheerful； except where his work was concerned； and he liked to walk especially if Thomas Hudson would stop every now