As much as we wish not to alarm you, Dr. Hamilton, we need to remind you
that on the day VileBoris saw you, he also gathered your scent. It was,
after all, a very warm fall day in Raynes Park.
Further, VileBoris has proven himself an uncannily skilled catflap-enterer.
You do have a mail slot in your front door, don't you?
more Regrets, etc etc,
Constable Joodles
PS: VileBoris says: "Parcels, shmarcels!"
PPS: VileBoris has also asked us to convey to you his interest in
high-grade beef mince. Interpret this as you wish, Dr. Hamilton; we are
merely servants of the Queen and her subjects (cats included).
----- Original Message -----
From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 9:07 PM
Subject: Re: Test
>> 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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