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Nov. 24th, 2012 09:33 amThe Manager of the household I'm visiting (who is generally known as Mum's Toby) tried to pull a swifty just now. He made much noise as if there was something wrong. I investigated and he led me to the laundry. "I'll tell Mum one of your food bowls is empty," I promised and he looked up at me, all ginger and sweet, and he started purring.
For an hour after that, whenever he started demanding anything, I said "I wrote Mum a note" (which I had, one does not lie to Management) and he did other things. Mum's just got off the phone and, deciphering the note, said, puzzled "But he doesn't get any soft food in the morning."
This is why Mum feeds him. He does the same to one of my sisters and would be in danger of getting quite fat if he were genetically related to us. As it is, he is middle-aged, slender and very imperious.
He seems to have forgiven Mum for this morning's incident, too. This would be when she was watering the courtyard (for plants wilt in 32 degrees without watering) and he was practising invisibility until the water hit him.
And now I must go. The Manager just reminded me I promised to look through ten boxes of rocks. We're looking mainly for my barytes, but I can keep anything I fall in love with. There is some olivine, apparently...
For an hour after that, whenever he started demanding anything, I said "I wrote Mum a note" (which I had, one does not lie to Management) and he did other things. Mum's just got off the phone and, deciphering the note, said, puzzled "But he doesn't get any soft food in the morning."
This is why Mum feeds him. He does the same to one of my sisters and would be in danger of getting quite fat if he were genetically related to us. As it is, he is middle-aged, slender and very imperious.
He seems to have forgiven Mum for this morning's incident, too. This would be when she was watering the courtyard (for plants wilt in 32 degrees without watering) and he was practising invisibility until the water hit him.
And now I must go. The Manager just reminded me I promised to look through ten boxes of rocks. We're looking mainly for my barytes, but I can keep anything I fall in love with. There is some olivine, apparently...