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The
cat
mewed
in
answer
and
stalked
again
stiffly
round
a
leg
of
the
table
,
mewing
.
Just
how
she
stalks
over
my
writingtable
.
Prr
.
Scratch
my
head
.
Prr
.
Mr
Bloom
watched
curiously
,
kindly
the
lithe
black
form
.
Clean
to
see
:
the
gloss
of
her
sleek
hide
,
the
white
button
under
the
butt
of
her
tail
,
the
green
flashing
eyes
.
He
bent
down
to
her
,
his
hands
on
his
knees
.
—
Milk
for
the
pussens
,
he
said
.
—
Mrkgnao
!
the
cat
cried
.
They
call
them
stupid
.
They
understand
what
we
say
better
than
we
understand
them
.
She
understands
all
she
wants
to
.
Vindictive
too
.
Cruel
.
Her
nature
.
Curious
mice
never
squeal
.
Seem
to
like
it
.
Wonder
what
I
look
like
to
her
.
Height
of
a
tower
?
No
,
she
can
jump
me
.
—
Afraid
of
the
chickens
she
is
,
he
said
mockingly
.
Afraid
of
the
chookchooks
.
I
never
saw
such
a
stupid
pussens
as
the
pussens
.
—
Mrkrgnao
!
the
cat
said
loudly
.
She
blinked
up
out
of
her
avid
shameclosing
eyes
,
mewing
plaintively
and
long
,
showing
him
her
milkwhite
teeth
.
He
watched
the
dark
eyeslits
narrowing
with
greed
till
her
eyes
were
green
stones
.
Then
he
went
to
the
dresser
,
took
the
jug
Hanlon
’
s
milkman
had
just
filled
for
him
,
poured
warmbubbled
milk
on
a
saucer
and
set
it
slowly
on
the
floor
.
—
Gurrhr
!
she
cried
,
running
to
lap
.
