Ninja kitty
As promised.*
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* Phineas is not only home this weekend, in an awkward and uncooperative way, he has visitors.^ He not only has visitors, he has visitors with a dog. I’m expecting frantic claws hooking into my bedroom windowsill and feline howls of despair.^^ I have hellhounds, I will tell him. You’re probably better off with the spaniel: it’s slower, and it can’t jump as high.
^ Well, now that I mention it . . . we have visitors. I told them–she’s disturbingly musical, he’s in professional theatre–I was about to start rehearsals for back row of the chorus in a local amateur production of The Octopus and the Chandelier, and he immediately broke into a Greatest Hits. Okay, okay, I’m ignorant. I’d never heard of it before. There, there, said Peter, who had also heard of it, and he’s mega-thumpingly not musical, it’s 
very English. Yes. It is. At least I don’t have to worry about them trying to cast me. I believe they’re still short a cranky old Lady Thing.
^^ Note that a clever and/or desperate enough kitten could probably negotiate the Tarzan-like-except-for-the-thorns foliage between Phineas’ bathroom window and mine.+ Both of which stand open a lot, even in this weather.++
+ Both of which are a storey above the ground. First floor in England. Second storey in America. The point is it’s a long way to fall. Even for something that weighs about as much as a piece of toast.
++ They toyed with the idea of threatening us with a FROST tonight. They seem to have changed their minds. I am zero ready for a frost.
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