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Friday, 26th of July, 2019

settle down on the old

office chair in front

of the secretaire abbatant. A paw is placed

on the right knee by the cat, the cat who looks

up out of the darkness under the writing

surface. Just two eyes and the whiskers

really visible. Then, eye contact established,

the other paw is placed on the knee and the

cat leaps up onto the lap.

Covers the hair, the head. It is warm

already,

The air, and the cat hair sticks to

the hand. The cat is delighted with herself,

purring in short snorts.

Wipe the hands so that the small mass of cat hairs make a small furry ball, then throw this into the waste paper basket.

The cat on the hnees, but now it is time to go-F lex the legs, the cat feels this, knows it is time to go, and jumps to the floor.

The noise is "toc.'

Then, in the kitchen, open a fresh tin of cat food, and give her a spoonful. She loves

the cat food, when it is fresh and warm.

Make a cup of coffee, and think of the

small black car, ready to go.

The start of a working day  at the end of the working week.