Jordan climbed onto my desk while I was writing. Walking around he pressed a few keys with his paws. Something appeared on the screen. Words read “tiger 4.”
Jordan is a cat. Pressing a few keys at random should result in nonsense, something like “x,0&7.” “tigers” are cats, though. The text had a meaning.
Julio Cortázar wrote a lot about things like these.
It was as if Jordan talked of himself as a tiger, left a signature.