Excerpt from Suttree by Cormac McCarthy.

He was back by midmorning

and sat on the rail and cleaned his catch. Ab’s cat came and perched like an owl and watched him. He handed it a fish head and it bared a razorous yawn of teeth and took the head delicately and went back along the rail. Suttree skinned two catfish and wrapped them in newsprint and washed his knife and his hands in the river and rose.