David E. Fisher, East in the Morning
“ He had had Bucephalus for the past hundred and fifty years."Now what justification does a cat have for living forever?" he wondered aloud, holding her at arm's length and smiling at her. She lifted one paw and dabbed at his face. He put her down and went to get her milk. "And how did we ever find each other?" Perhaps there was some subliminal way of knowing. Perhaps, without knowing, the immortals knew.While Bucephalus lapped at her milk, Henry Talbot walked out for a breath of air. ”
