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[juuro]

A one-eyed black cat with a white bib just knocked on the door.

Knocked. On the door.

I did not let him in, neither did I ask what he was offering me. I just looked from the window and waited till he walked off.

He walked to the back entrance and tried to pull it open.

Comments

[toolmaker]

Jellicle Cats come out to-night

Jellicle Cats come one come all:

The Jellicle Moon is shining bright -

Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball.

[juuro]

Rather close to half waxing, the moon is.

[weofodthignen]

You really should have let him in. How do you know he will not be entertaining and useful if you don't?

If he comes back, please let him in.

M

[juuro]

Despite my occasional pretensions to the contrary, I am really a frightened materialist.

[saare_snowqueen]

Cats know this.

[juuro]

Fortunately they are self-centered enough not to try to educate me too intensively.

[anniemal]

I haven't heard from my last good (now, alas) ex-boyfriend in awhile. If his dog has died, he probably would become a cat. A black cat with a bib is highly likely. He's already one-eyed and sings the blues. Definitely worth letting inside, though he'll prefer the barn. Efficient, hardworking, cuddly. Or he might still be living in Ithaca as a human. I put nothing past him.

[juuro]

There's not as much prey to be hunted in the barn these days as long ago when the farm was still in production, I'm afraid.

[anniemal]

He does okay on frozen piroghi or pizza. Scraps of people food should do him as a cat. He does not like greens. Even nice ones with dressing. I'm not sure that even as a cat he'd eat raw mice. I had to bully him into handling them.

As in: Pick up the mouse by the base of the tail. You have a glove on. It can't bite you. Squeeze its abdomen. Is it a boy or a girl? Drop it in the appropriate bucket.

Though how he got to Finland is a story I'd love to snuggle up to him and hear.