Wake, reluctantly, to sound of a cat dying – all those repetitive moaning cries. Calling to her doesn’t help or bring her closer. Finally, the terrible sounds come nearer. I open my eyes to see what’s going on. I expect cat with traumatic amputation or full on heart failure or something and what I see is: Deirdre with a mouse.
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I had six honest serving men who taught me all I know; their names were what and how and why, and when and where and who.
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