I had a cat. This cat was an ordinary cat until it developed a routine of being fed tablets each day, so this turn was also quite an ordinary twist in a cat’s life.

Each day, I looked over my shoulder at the big wooden clock, and at exactly four o’clock, I marched towards the cat with medicine in my rock-solid hand. No later than the second time, the cat started looking at the clock. At around 15:50, it hid.