ABSTRACT
for H. Some morning, while you and I are dozing, Puss, not puling outside like most mornings, will try the handle, and finding himself denied entrance, will kick in the door. 81His monstrous head will enter first, next his vacant grin and his body weighing four stone. Then, my fair but furless one, he will seize you by the scruff, and boot you out. Maybe I should never have started feeding him those sides of liver, those fresh eggs, those vast stinking salmon. But what's done is done. Puss, clumsy still on two feet, but eager to please me, reaches into the cupboard to take down the Limoges, that we two may enjoy our filets of mackerel, our dishes of cream.
