A neutral third party stepped up and handed the item to me. I examined the wristband briefly, turning it around a couple of times in the hope that it might contain an identifying feature. Of course, it did not. The Fitbit was indistinguishable from every other Fitbit in the world. I then summoned Josephine and Tara to stand before me, eyeing them up as they did. It was remarkable, I thought, how feline Josephine seemed – it was rare for a blomer to exhibit so strongly the qualities from his or her animal antecedent – and I was slightly unnerved at the way she looked like she’d lick her whiskers then if she still had them. Tara, meanwhile, displayed downcast eyes that had gone puffy from crying. She was in her mid-thirties, so it had probably been decades since someone had bitten her (at l
