She nosed through the backyard, walking daintily on the surface – paw following paw without so much as a backward glance. Watching shapes forms thoughts appear and vanish vaguely in the murky depths. To reach out and catch one of them would be too much of a task, especially when it meant cutting through surface tension and wetting one’s limb in dark coffee. Tantalising they were, though – and she stared eagerly into the distance, wondering if the clutch of fresh buildings across the horizon meant more fish for a hungry kitty – or simply more stones and streetcars? I’ll go ask Alice, I think she’ll know.