I can't recall now how I ended up on this tangent. Even humans are prone to losing their train of thought, so there's no reason to hold a cat to higher standards. At any rate, when I glimpsed the face of this burglar, who had slid aside the bedroom shōji and was now before me on the threshold, the above thoughts naturally arose in my mind. Why did such thoughts arise? -- If asked why, I may need a moment to reflect. -- What was it now? Ah yes, here it is.
When I looked on the face of this burglar, standing quietly before me now, his face -- where usually I'd expect to count its execution as a mark against the competence of its Creator, the features of this face, in an instant, flipped my expectations on their head. It all hinged, indeed, on these features. His face was, in all truth, the spitting image of our fine and beloved Mizushima Kangetsu. My familiarity with burglars is of course quite limited, but I did have an image in my mind, in line with their shady deeds, of what they should look like. Their eyes, fanning out from either side of flared nostrils, were beady like copper coins, and their hair was close-cropped. Or so I had decided. What I saw now, though, was the polar opposite, which just goes to show that one musn't give rein to one's fancy. This burglar was tall and slim, with dark, straight eyebrows that rendered his countenance smart and imposing. He looked to be in his late twenties, the same as Kangetsu. If God is capable of creating two such identical faces, then who am I to question His competence? In fact, so identical were they that I even wondered if Kangetsu hadn't lost his mind and unleashed himself into the thick of the night. Only the absence of dark whiskers below his nose cued me in that they were not one and the same person. Kangetsu cuts a striking figure. He's a well-crafted piece of work, more than adequate to captivate one Kaneda Tomiko, whom Meitei equates to a living and breathing merchandise voucher. This burglar, however, when it comes to looks, and no doubt when it comes to attracting the ladies, is every bit Kangetsu's equal. If the Kaneda daughter finds favor in Kangetsu's facial features, then it's only just that she find favor, likewise, in the features of this burglar. Just or unjust aside, it's elementary logic. She's sharp of mind and quick to learn, so doubtless she can grasp as much on her own. Such being the case, if offered this burglar in Kangetsu's place, there's no reason she couldn't embrace him wholeheartedly and build with him a happy and harmonious union. Should Kangetsu somehow succumb to Meitei's sermonizing, laying asunder a romance for the ages, then there's always this burglar. Having surmised the progression of affairs thus far, my concerns for the young lady were put to rest. The existence of this burglar, in this space between heaven and earth, was assurance enough of Miss Tomiko's future happiness.