Woo’s enemy, Adolphus the cat, had been missing for four days. I searched the neighbourhood. Dolf was the colour of dusk. A motor might easily have got him while crossing the road. Taking Woo on her chain, “I’m not returning till I find Dolf dead or alive,” I said. “Woo hates the cat. Why take her with you?” called Lizzie. “Woo’s curiosity is enormous, her eyes quick. If one hair of Dolf shows she…

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I gave a party in my garden. Every guest greeted me, then went direct to Woo as if she were joint hostess. Woo in her tree was excited and very self-conscious at seeing so many people. Everyone said, “Hello, Woo!” She did not look directly at anyone but rather over their heads. As each new guest came through the garden gate she stood upright and gave a throaty croak, intimating, “Stranger!” Her interest in…

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Splendid heat roared up my radiators. “I shall compliment the dealer on this coal,” I said. Before noon stoke-time all the pipes were dead. I went to the basement. The basement had a glass door. Woo was too absorbed either to see or hear me come. She was walking around carrying in her hands a tin of liquid tar. Every few steps she paused to pour a little tar into any receptacle handy. I…

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