Giacometti has been giving his people some cause for concern lately. He vanished without a trace from the premises four days in a row, short of any note of absence. The neighbours call him Kim so they were worried about Kim and searching for the missing Kim in the ditches along the main road, where many a cat has had a terminal rendezvous with destiny. I was looking for Giacometti in the washing room and other traditional cat traps. In the end he came back on his own accord one late Sunday night.The question is: who exactly came back, was it Kim or Giacometti? Only Bertrand Russell knows.
This morning he came in wet, wet, wet, from the rain. He's no water phobic like so many other cats are. Maybe he's not a cat at all?
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