Love is protean, volatile, inimitable, essential and unmanageable… and it can crop up anywhere. Que Tal, a feline beauty, a supple body, a magnificent cat, was the love of his owner, a lost, abandoned and solitary man. Then, inevitably, death comes: despite the extraordinary ties that bound them, Que Tal is carried off. What remains are the memories, which are both bitter and yet so dear to the man that he will explore them in every detail, dissecting them, turning his past into a mirror in which he will examine himself: what has he lost? What has he won? Has he grown? This is an unusual love story, a last chance, a last gasp, for someone who thought they had used up their capacity to love.
It is also an almost disturbing interrogation into our animal nature, what we share and what distinguishes us from those others, both so familiar and so foreign.

Upon the loss of a loved one, the feeling of emptiness is so great that you have no choice but to look back over who you were, and how the other being changed your life… Memory overwhelms this man like a tidal wave, forcing him to confront himself. Que Tal the cat had brought light, swept away solitude and bathed his owner in a world of loving possessiveness, soon becoming indispensable.