The other cat, the one that had flopped down on top of the yet-to-be-opened cardboard box full of paintings, had closed its eyes and was dozing, so I didn’t get to see the paintings in that box, because I didn’t want to disturb him. Instead I closed up the box that I’d already opened and had looked through, and, leaving the TV on the floor for the time being (until I could return it to its position on the boxes), went out through the French doors to the other room, where I’d been at the table, writing.