(Part 4)
The following weekend, Saturday/Sunday, was rather slow and a bit bleak...
The Master of the House expected a visit from his Publisher and also his Agent.
Only the Agent, Miles Cavendish, managed to show up. A good old bloke? Yes.
"My, your cat and dog are very lively. Seems they're talking to each other?"
This from Miles. Old and balding, but a very congenial man and visitor.
Also, a long-trusted friend to The Master. Worth his weight in gold? Aye!
The Master: "My wife agrees with your observation. Yes, a curious thing."
They had a cup of Earl Grey in the drawing room proper. After dinner,
Miles headed back to East London, where his office/home was.
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Late on Sunday night, Absinthe was on patrol. Yes!
She recalled an ancient oath. Of her breed (cats):
'Never let Him or Her walk outside all alone...
Your Human: Into the darkling of night.
As many dangers do so abound!'
This, from a sacred Temple Cat,
back in old, Ancient Egypt,
To Her Feline Daughter.
Usbegaugh was asleep.
But he had another
weird... Dream!
Was it a dream?
(More to follow...)