Some seek God on mountain tops
Some search the sheltered valley
I have seen Him many times
Asleep in Booble Alley.
-- J. Wellington Nix
It is well known that when God comes in corporeal form to the Dark City He comes as a cat, which perhaps explains the cautious deference with which cats are treated there. For a time I had pursued this lead, and interviewed, with due respect, whatever cat crossed my path. However, each and every one – from Persian queen to tattered kitten – assured me that it was, indeed, God whom I was addressing.