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Nezumi-chan had a rude awakening this morning. The neighbors have a cat. I don't know if this is a recently-acquired cat, or an indoor cat that got loose for the first time today. But it was outside -- on our terrace, in fact -- and the neighbors were calling it: "Here, Jackie! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" This sent Nezumi-chan into high alert status. A cat? In her yard? A filthy, disgusting, smelly, disease-ridden, fleabag of a cat? (Nezumi-chan, of course, is not a cat; she's a little person with fur.) She was so upset that she threw up. Since we hadn't fed her yet, it was all water. Still, the sound of a cat puking is not the first thing that I want to hear in the morning. A little while ago, she came into the study, belched, licked her chops, and went into her carrier for a nap. The food has apparently been protected from the Evil Neighbor Cat by the simple expedient of eating it. John "Akatsukami" Braue Tuesday, June 18, 2002 |
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