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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. Instead Jane
Ell sat down and placed Pixel at the food. Burroughs joined us.
The kitten sniffed at the food he had been greedily eating minutes earlier,
then gave an inspired bit of acting showing Jane Ell that he was horrified at
her action in offering him something unfit for cats. Jane Ell said, "Dora, I
think he's thirsty."
"Name it. But bear in mind that the management does not permit me to serve
alcoholic beverages to minors other than for purposes of seduction."
"Quit showing off, Dora; Colonel Campbell might believe you. Let's offer
the baby both water and whole milk, separately. And at blood temperature, which
for kittens is-"
"Thirty-eight point eight degrees. Coming up pronto."
Hilda called out from a plunge-no, a lounging tub, I guess-a few meters
away, "Jay Ell! Come soak, dear. Deety has some swell gossip."
"Uh-" The girl seemed torn. "Colonel Campbell, will you take care of Pixel
now? He likes to lick it off your finger. It's the only way to get him to drink
enough."
"I'll do it your way." The kitten did like to drink that way ... although
it seemed possible that I would die of old age before I got as much as ten
milliliters down him. But the kitten was in no hurry. Hazel got out of the
lounging tub and joined us, dripping. I kissed her cautiously and said, "You're
getting that chair soaking wet." "Won't hurt the chair
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