The Man and His Cat

Again, this is a writing exercise entry. The topic is from here.

You see an odd-looking man in a bar in a strange town. He has a cat on his lap, and he orders a cup of coffee, slowly spooning sugar into it. He strokes the cat's black fur and says, "This contact is illusory. The cat and I are separated as though by a pane of glass, because man lives in time, in successiveness, while the magical animal lives in the present, in the eternity of the instant." What do you say back to him? And he to you? What does the cat do? What happened to this man before he came into the bar?

As if I could hear its voice.
As if it is telling me the man's life story.
As if it is the man only companion after his wife has passed on.

(unfinished)