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CHAPTER 6: In Search of Clouards
If you say the name “Popeye,” you will immediately think duct tape. He loved the stuff. He covered his clothes with it; he covered his legs with it; he covered his little cart with it. You couldn’t ever tell what Popeye had with him. It was always a big duct tape blob. Popeye had a
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CHAPTER 3: Monday (Part Three)
This cat-sitting has deteriorated rapidly into a major imposition. It’s been a full week and not a word from her. Where is Ella Mae? Maybe something happened to her. When I go over there tonight, I’m going to check and see if I can find something that might tell me how to reach her. I’ve
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CHAPTER 3: Friday (Part Two)
She’s been gone five days. Ella Mae said she’d be home late Wednesday, and it’s now Friday afternoon. I had to buy more cans of cat food at the market because I used up everything she had left. The apartment is beginning to smell. She said I didn’t have to change the cat box —
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CHAPTER 3: Le Chiou/Bernie Meets Monsieur Snuff (Part One)
Monday Our nearest neighbor Ella Mae and her 14-year-old cat Msr. Snuff live just across the little courtyard from us. At least Ella Mae says there is a Msr. Snuff in there. He’s an inside cat, and I’ve never seen him. I’ve never been to her apartment, nor she to mine, but she’s a pleasant
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CHAPTER 2: Heloise and Bibi
I eventually ask Pierre about our building owners. Heloise, the one with the hearing problem, has been partially deaf for more than 20 years. It happened tragically on her first — and last — trip to the United States. She was convinced to attend the Colorado State Fair by the daughter of her hostess, who
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CHAPTER 1: Rue Ravignon/Bernie and the Elevator
The elevator in our ancient building is one of those old-fashioned clunky types, with a folding gate. Our building on Rue Ravignon went up in the late 1800s and I wonder if the elevator is that old too. The owners have few rules for the residents, but the ones they do have are absolutes. And
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In the Beginning II
Our apartment is exactly what we hoped for. It’s cheap. We like that. And cheap means tiny. There’s one room for eating, sleeping, living. There’s a small square kitchen off to one side. I can stand in the middle of it and touch all four walls. There’s a separate bathroom with a shower. And best
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In the Beginning
Bernie loves to travel, is intelligent, curious, affectionate, has a real sense of adventure, makes few demands, is willing to try foreign foods, and has a quirky sense of humor. He weighs 120 pounds, is four feet long from his Saint Bernard-type nose to his little scarred stump of a cut-off tail. His giant bulldog-looking