004/365 08/25/2025

He called himself King of Cats and had a makeshift throne down on Watson that he’d cobbled from an old Fury. He sat don there with his coffee crown and paper towel scepter. Royal armor of license plates and welder’s gloves. All day he sat and sweated and called to the cats and to the kids. Nonsense, mostly but from time to time burst with oration like channelling a god.