When The Professor came over for a drink, the Smitty waited until the professor was pleasantly ensconced in the low-slung mama-san swivel chair (this mister’s main chair), drink in hand, holding forth on some subject
-- and then, from nowhere, he leapt up into the professor’s lap and settled in for some heavy petting.
"Well hello,” said the Professor a-petting. “What a beautiful cat you are.”
And then, addressing the Misters: “He’s beautiful. And so clean!”
And then they all sat by the fire and had tea
[or something like that. I mean where do they get these entries? Old children’s books?—ed.]
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