East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai

The Cat with No Name


The Cat with No Name, a feral cat that used to hang around our courtyard, was killed last night when someone run it over with a car. On a private side road, in a small village, during lockdown, the list of suspects is very short, and yet it is impossible to nail the person responsible.

The Cat with No Name used to come to the courtyard when my father sat outside in the evening, looking at the stars. It was feral, but it liked humans, and it was very sweet. It asked for food, it liked to be cuddled.

Today is a very bad day.

Author: Davide Mana

Paleontologist. By day, researcher, teacher and ecological statistics guru. By night, pulp fantasy author-publisher, translator and blogger. In the spare time, Orientalist Anonymous, guerilla cook.

4 thoughts on “The Cat with No Name

  1. Im sorry man. its never good when death hits.


  2. I’m so very sorry this happened to your feral cats can I send you a copy of my book “Noname the feral cat“ to you for free? I also lost my cat. I think maybe you were meant to get my book to help you heal.


    • Cynthia, I would happily read your book, and then do a little bit of propaganda for it (I know a lot of cat lovers, who knows…)
      You can reach me at davide(dot)mana(at)gmail(dot) com.
      And thank you for your sympathy.


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