In the hazy, buzzing heart of late-sixties New York, a cat named Fritz prowls the concrete. He moves fast, but trouble keeps pace. On a sun-warmed rooftop, he riffs on philosophy to a trio of giggling students, the sweet smell of hot tar mixing with jazz drifting from an open window. He’s reaching for meaning, but what he sparks is chaos, his supposed insight merely vanity posing as profundity....
