an old stooping woman led by her hand three kittens like stairsteps – a small black one and behind her, a red one in front and by the red one’s hand the biggest parti-colored brindle one. Hand in hand humanoid they are walking up a tiny spiral staircase round and round, round and round. Up the endless tower. All at once and without warning the parti-coloured big cat devours the smaller black one with her open goldfish mouth. They become one – a big cat and fish snow ball and swallow the old woman who is suddenly me. Out of me another cat is evolving. I devour it again to build a cycle.