The Siamese And The Lion'So,' he said, 'It's a left turn here?'No answer came from the pretty Siamese cat sitting next to him. She was looking straight ahead, her eyes weren't really fixed on anything, but she seemed to be concentrating. He shook his mane, and coughed lightly. 'Is this the right road?' She blinked, and with the same distant expression turned her head to look at him. The lion looked for a moment out of the corners of his eyes, into the flat blue of hers. Her voice was quiet, but a little rough, 'Sorry?'The lion repeated himself, '..Is..Is this the right way?'The girl looked confused, and looked back through the windscreen at the passing trees and fields, with the sun glinting off the buttercups. She nodded slowly.As her head was turned away from him again, Tom couldn't help but notice the shaved patch just behind her ear, a pink strip bearing an ugly, pale white scar.