Nagamuko is a Eunuch

A.G. let Nagamuko out. He left the screen door open. He’s living with us now, we forgot to tell him which cats can stay in and which can be put outside. We lived in a big, white farm house. It was evening and there were cats all over the lawn. The grass was slightly overgrown, lush and wet. Trees with Spanish moss, perhaps. I saw Nagamuko running with other cats like him, orange and striped. From a distance, I watched Noggi run and jump up at Andrew, swatting at his face. I went to chase him.

Noggi turned into a boy wearing khaki shorts and a khaki shirt. He looked like Prince Harry with his strawberry blonde hair, pale skin but in a Boy Scout uniform. I said, “I’m sure glad you changed into a human because now I can tell you why we have to keep you inside.”

He said, “What does ‘fixed’ mean?”

“Why are you fixed?” I asked.

“Yes, what does that mean?”

“It means your man-tubes have been cut off.”