"I'm still confused. I don't understand how any of this is even possible?"
"Please, if you'd like to take a seat. I’ll explain everything to you."
"Okay?" she says, taking a seat.
"First, let me just start by saying that thirty-six is no age to be widowed. No age at all. And nor is it any age for a man to leave this earth. Which is why your husband hasn't left this earth, Mrs. Shiraishi."
"Please. Allow me to continue. I have a gift, Kikuyo. May I call you Kikuyo? Such a lovely name."
"Well Kikuyo, that gift is that when I look at a person, I don't just see their face and body, I also see their soul. And in that soul, I see all the faces and bodies of everyone they've ever been since the beginning of time. So when this stray cat..."
She turns her head to look at said stray cat. "When this stray cat turned up on my doorstep, I immediately recognized it as the husband of the beautiful woman who lived across the road from me."
And just like that, Kikuyo Shiraishi throws herself off her chair and at the cat. "Oh my darling! How I've missed you!" she sobs into the comforting abyss of black fur.
After a few minutes, she composes herself and asks, "What now?"
"Well I have another gift, Kikuyo. Handily, I understand the language of cats."
"You do? Oh what is my husband saying to me? Please tell me!"
"He’s saying he's thirsty."
"Yes, and he'd like you to feed him."
I gesture towards her breasts. She looks down at them, then back up at me and then the cat as her hands hover in front of her blouse.