Granny on sabbatical wrote back to me again about cats, but not the ones in her dreams this time. This time, she wrote back to me about those filigree ones in the den closet above her old dead husband's shoebox where Schröedinger kept his handgun, those cats. "They preach to me," she wrote, knowing I'd wonder what about so she wrote, "About mice," she wrote they preach to her about mice.

Now I have to write her back, of course -- got to find out, What about the mice??

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