> Remember, Dr. Hamilton, that half-eared VileBoris has actually +seen+
> you----and this due to your own miscalculation of his frightening powers.
But only from the top of the stairs, and I was wearing teflon-lined
stainless-steel gauntlets at the time.
But those eyes, those glaring eyes ...
The Feline of the Baskervilles!
<shudder>
I can (just barely) deal with teleporting cats with a singularly nasty taste
in mind-games, like Ollie. But Killer-Cats -- you might as well ask Tybalt
for mercy.
> We cannot be responsible for what might befall you, not after that one
> terrible moment.
>
> Regrets,
>
> Constable Joodles
Well, you know how it is with cats and rodents.
Fear at first New Historicist site of conflict.
A Squirrel who wishes he could fly.
[Though as an addendum, be it known that after a Particularly Foul Threat
from a certain Raynes Park Allotment Holder, that I DO NOT REPEAT NOT open
any parcel delivered through the post which might be remotely large enough
to contain a cat.
A Timid Dormouse powering down for the night.]
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