let the wild rumpus start

liquidnight:

“Varjak felt dizzy. He looked down. By the man’s shiny black shoes, there were two sleek black cats, stalking into the Contessa’s house. They were nothing like Mesopotamian Blues. They looked much larger and stronger, even than Father or Julius, and there was something frightening about the way they moved. As if they were two parts of one body, working together perfectly. Too perfect. Varjak glanced from one to the other, and couldn’t tell them apart.

They came right up to him, and looked down at him with identical eyes; eyes as smooth and black as their fur. He trembled.

“Who are you?” he said. There was no flicker of understanding in their eyes, no expression, nothing. They just pushed him aside as if he wasn’t even there, and took up positions, flanking the staircase.”

Dave McKean

Illustration from Varjak Paw by SF Said