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[desperance]

...tho' it's all a little slow and grim, we get there. Novelists are foot-sloggers at heart: one foot in front of the other, and repeat. Endlessly, as it seems. How can it be November? It isn't November really. I can't have been writing this book until November. Besides, I went out today without a jacket, it's that warm. Not November, then...

In other news: what other cat, raiding a neglected shopping-bag, would ignore (a) the cream and (b) the chicken livers, in order to ravage (c) the spicy tea loaf? He's not normal, I tell you...

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[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

The only food my cats ever fought over was boiled new potatoes.

They also had a thing for lemon drizzle cake - so much for "cats don't like citrus".

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

He probably wasn't James beard in a previously life, or he might have gone for all three.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

My first cat loved soda bread. If it was the fruit kind, mind you, he'd spit the raisons out.