I work in my studio and hear someone coming home. It is my daughter, now standing at my door. I find a large black cat, catch it, and hold it by the scruff of its neck. Where did it come from? I ask my daughter, but she does not know either, and she disappears with a friend. A young man approaches me and kisses me on the mouth, several times. The last kiss tastes sweet, and I am surprised. I push him away. He sees my bare stomach and makes an approving comment. I tell him to leave me alone and that this is not the first time I have kissed a man. He is taken aback. Then I find a second cat, this time small and grey. I grab it by the neck and take it downstairs to the neighbours. I ring the bell, but no one answers. I ask the cat if it lives here, and it nods. It wants to slip through the bars into an open window above. I lift it up, and it disappears into the apartment, from which I now hear the neighbours. I am holding an elongated flowerpot upside down in my hands when D. opens the door.