Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
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Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, June 16, 2007
Moby may have found the door into summer...
Can't say I like Heinlein, but that bit about the cat going from door to door, searching for the one that didn't open to winter, rang true.
Actually, I agree with you--I found him unbearably self-indulgent. That said, Door Into Summer is one I would read again.
That's an illustration for a children's story - maybe we could all write it, para by para?'Moby just didn't want to leave Boston. Everything there was to his taste and convenience. It was a city fit for a cat. He dined on delicacies from gourmet food shops, his veterenarian wore Italian suits and treated him with old-fashioned courtesy. Best of all, he lived in a big apartment with its own resident mouse. Only he knew it was there. Moby liked secrets. He had dark hiding places, furry and a little smelly where he went to think. The bedroom window was his special viewing spot; from here he could spy on the street below while keeping an eye out for House-Mouse through a tear in the curtains....
Anna,"big apartment" !?!??? In BOSTON? Obviously fiction. I thought much the same, it does look like a children's book illustration. Maybe an online book for the kids of friends. I shall think about this more.
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