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Ginger cat
Possum finds a warm place to sleep.
But his thoughts were interrupted by the entrance of a girl of around nine or ten, who set about looking under the chair opposite. Then she made quite a production out of rising from her near-prone position, ignoring his presence, and getting down to look under the sofa.
“What are you doing?” Melrose decided to be direct.
“I’m looking for my cat. He’s a ginger cat.”
“There are plenty of charming surfaces for him to lie on. Why would he shove himself under a chair or a sofa?”
Still on her stomach, she said, “I don’t know. I’m not a cat. His name’s Horace.”
— Martha Grimes, The Stargazey (Henry Holt, 1998)
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