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Here's a sample of October:
Kitkat, like most Siamese cats, loved to explore, and if this happened to be up and down the shelves of a neighbour’s flat, why Surely Nobody Minded Him Taking Liberties? Wouldn’t Anyone Be Proud To Let Him Kip On Their Bed? Perhaps he was slightly less welcome when being a paper weight on papers or books his host was trying to use than otherwise but Kitkat was so sweet he could get away with it!
Max was one of those cats whose propensities for falling in the pond came close to being fatal more than once as he had no idea how to help himself by swimming. It did not help his ego that the worst Wolfie ever did was to get a wet tail. It Wasn’t Fair, said Max, Having A Pond Left Untidily All Over The Place Right Where A Fella Can Forget It’s There And Fall In. On his first summer he fell in the pond four times and proceeded to do so at least once every summer thereafter.
Sophie was loath to come in at night and led her people many a merry dance. She would stand, as if waiting, and as mumstaff or dadstaff came close enough to think they could pick her up, she would spring lightly away, dancing sideways, sometimes darting under a parked car and peeking out, her whiskery face seeming to laugh at their frustration. It’s A Good Game Played Slow, she said.