by Brandon Ryan
We sit and watch as Regis the cat arches his back and begins a series of kind of slow, loping figure eights around my ankles & calves.
“Are you allergic?”
We being Micah & I.
“Very,” I say, knowing that when someone invites you to interview them in their home, it’s best to make potentially life-threatening allergies to pet dander known in a calm & timely manner.
“I think cats like somebody that doesn’t want to be around them.”
“This is all OK,” I say, “My throat will start to close in 30-45 minutes, and that’s how I’ll know the interview should be over and I should let you two get back to your lives.”
Regis lumps himself beside me on the couch and makes of his tail a fur-fitted metronome.
Micah looks petrified on my behalf.