“Your cat,’ Ari tells her, ‘keeps dropping on my head.’ ‘Oh,’ Chloë says. ‘Yeah, I’m sorry. He does that. Usually only with people he really likes, though.’ ‘It’s amazing! Why – no, what I mean is, how? How does he do that?’ ‘He perches on the door lintels, waiting for someone to come through.’ ‘Amazing,’ he repeats, peering at the narrow beam atop the doorway to the kitchen. ‘They’re only, like, half an inch wide.’ ‘He’s very graceful.’ ‘Cats are such fantastic creatures, don’t you think?’ He continues to stare at the lintel, as if willing it to divulge its secrets.”