Cornelius lounges languidly atop the column of an entry gate that closes off a derelict abode, unlived-in for decades, as far as memory and observation can recall and be relied upon. His pose is that of a formidable and regal Lion, worthy of holding the following titles, admittedly inspired by (and a parody of) Daenerys Stormborn from the sanguinary TV series Game of Thrones. Thus, I have the honorary pleasure of introducing to you, “Cornelius Blizzardborn of the House Cervantes, First of His Name, Leo, the Unrivaled, King of the Mammals and the First Animals, Panthera of the Great Grass Land, Breaker of Necks, and Father of Cubs.” As intimidating as all that sounds, he is actually a very good-natured house cat, quick to slide himself up against a friendly leg, and flip over for an agreeable belly rub. That is, on most days to be sure. Today he just turned to look at me lazily and yawn with fangs, apparently as bored as the Lord of the Iron Islands.