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“The cat stared up at him as though it knew all about the entry and he was being tiresome about it. Then it proceeded to have a bath, the kind of cello-playing bath one feels obliged to look away from unless one knows the cat well.”

A collection of short (some very short) stories and poems, mostly about New Zealand, or cats, or sheep.

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