By the time we arrived at Catwoman's house, the snow had stopped, and the air was cool, like frozen beer. Catwoman was silent when she got into the car, and when I asked her if she wanted to have some breakfast, she frowned. In desperation, I had to start the car first and drive towards Temple Street.

"You slept with the woman last night?" she asked as the car pulled out of the alley where she was.

"It's complicated to explain, but it's not as you might think," I said, staring at the road, not turning my head to look at her expression.

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten in the car," Catwoman said in a cold tone, as always.

"Is there any connection that must be connected?" I looked at her expression through the rearview mirror, wearing the same sunglasses as yesterday, and looking out the window with a blank expression.

"Except for the mating period, cats hate all things about the smell of sex. ”

"Luckily, it's not cigarettes that I hate," I pulled out a cigarette as it drove down the street at a steady speed, lit it and put it in my mouth, and pressed the automatic window button to open the window.

"Can you find a place where you clean yourself up, it's like a cat getting down the drain. I pulled over to the side of the road, opened the door, leaned down and looked at myself in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, as Catwoman said, the stubble was growing wantonly, and the eye sockets were still with unwiped eye droppings, and the bloated eyelids were black, 100% oily as if they had been rubbed against coal. I went back to the car, pulled out a box of chewing gum from the drawer of the car, put it in my mouth to chew, and handed it to Catwoman, who shook her head.

"It's really not going to be any good luck like this," I laughed at myself, "how about I go home first?" and my toiletries are left by the sink at home for twenty minutes, and I'm sure to be back to the way you saw me yesterday. Catwoman nodded, curling up in the co-pilot as she did yesterday. I reached for the heat, but Catwoman held it down with one hand, still cold in temperature.

"It's okay, it would be nice if I could put on some concerts. ”

I turned on the radio and tuned to the music band, and it was Schubert's "Winter Journey" playing. I could feel Catwoman closing her eyes serenely as the music played, and even though her sunglasses obscured half of her face, there was always something that could be called a sixth type of perception, tentacles that probed her under the sunglasses.

I poured a handful of cold water on my face, foaming at my mouth and cheeks. I gently rubbed my face and looked in the mirror. It's like a different person, insufficient sleep, a lot of alcohol, and all kinds of torture methods can be cleaned by washing your face, and the cleaning is only a refreshment after all, and the bags under your eyes are still hanging under your eyes in the final analysis, but it doesn't hinder, it has come out of the sewer, and it has been flushed clean by the water purification pipe. I towel my face dry and walk out of the bathroom. At this time, Catwoman sat on the windowsill where I usually smoked, looking out at the street scene.

"Are they looking to see if there are cats near my house, or they'll know where the cigarette butts are," I said to Catwoman, lighting a cigarette.

"It's deserted, and it seems that even the popularity is pitiful," Catwoman turned her head, "Can you have a cold drink?"

"I'm so sorry that when I came back, I just wanted to pack myself up quickly, and I neglected such an important matter, and I wanted to eat something?"

"Won't it be trouble?" said Catwoman.

"Soon you can keep watching, and by the way, start checking the cars passing below, and by the thirteenth you'll get an egg sandwich," I said as I walked to the kitchen.

I took out my mother's cold beer from the refrigerator and brought it to the windowsill where Catwoman was sitting, she said thank you, I smiled and turned around and went to the kitchen again, beat four eggs, spread them out in the pan that had been preheated, cut a few more slices of ham, cucumber slices and tomatoes, put them on the heated toast, the eggs came out of the pan, spread another slice of toast, and then sandwiched a few slices of lettuce, cut them with a knife and put them on a plate, and brought them back to the bedroom.

"How's it going? How many cars are coming?" I said, holding four egg sandwiches.

"The tenth, not bad," Catwoman said.

Catwoman grabbed a sandwich and took a bite, "Not bad." "The sudden compliment, I was not used to it coming out of her mouth for a while.

"Then eat more, if it's not enough, I can do more, it's not complicated," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich and taking another sip of beer.

"Do you like beef stew?" asked Catwoman.

"There is no such thing as a favorite dish," I replied.

"How about coming to my house tomorrow at eleven o'clock at noon?" said Catwoman.

"It's not difficult. ”

"That's it, don't be late or miss the appointment. I'm a person who hates being late, and if you're late, I'll feed a pot of beef to the stray dogs on the side of the road," said Catwoman, and even though the words were full of emotion, the words that came out of her mouth were still like water in a glacier.

"Of course not. ”

"Will you sleep with that woman again tonight?"

"Probably not. ”

"Strange man!"