Night seizure

I heard the door close,
It must surely be Victor,
For the cat returned too,
Throwing squarely, a shadow,
Across the drenched window panes,
But Victor ignored her,
Her food jar lay desolate,
And the bowl - empty,
Actively, he engaged in a study,
Staring, with radioactive intensity,
At the ships, wailing as they left,
And the sailors whistling in the moonlight,
He drowned in that leather sofa,
With the cat, shortly after,
In his arms.