cat's cradle

"See? See? See?" he asked. "Cat's cradle. See the cat's cradle? See where the nice pussycat sleeps? Miaow. Miaow"

'His pores looked as big as craters on the moon. His ears and nostrils were stuffed with hair. Cigar smoke made him smell like the mouth of Hell. So close up, my father was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. I dream about it all the time.