He told me the story in one gulp. How he woke up to this guy, maybe he was drunk, banging on the door like there was a fire raging inside. Annoyed, my Storyteller took a shower. All the while he could hear the guy knocking on the door, this time in the back. Dripping wet, he flings open the door. The Door Knocker is holding up a hammer. Was he brandishing it? Was he really drunk? Beats me. The Cops were called. The Storyteller shows me a picture of his cat, John John “cowering”. But to me the cat looks like a cat. I was having a hard time seeing beyond the surface of the picture, probably because I’m not a cat person.