I was at Gemma’s, sipping a third expresso after lunch in the afternoon heat, mentally editing an anthology of my own unpublished poems, when I saw this true goddess seatted right in front of me. She was playing with a kitten while giving phone calls. She teased the tiny feline and sometimes bit him on the nose. Once you had noticed it, it was impossible to keep your eyes away. It was a Balthus for grown-ups, or a Picasso for kids. She ignored me in the same way Art ignores people in a museum. I have no idea who this cat was. Somebody famous? A local artist? Any insights welcome.