(excerpt from a letter written in 1990...)
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19-ii
Mr. Widgeon has invented a new game. I was fast asleep in bed, and
this morning at about three a.m. was woken up by something wet being
dropped on my face. Mr. W. had taken a ball of paper (pretend mouse),
dropped it in his water bowl (remember he is a water-loving cat - see
letters passim), fished the bloody thing out, and dropped it on the face
of the slumbering self. Needless to say, this woke me up, and being in a
good humour (Lord knows why!), I decided to join in. I threw the
paper-ball into the living room, Mr. W. dashed after it, and repeated the
whole procedure. After a couple more times (by now I was wide awake) I
couldn’t believe what I was witnessing, so I got up to see exactly
what he was doing, and sure enough, after he retrieved the "mouse",
off he went to the water bowl, dropped it in, fished it out, and made a
bee-line for the bed. The whole sequence was repeated about another half a
dozen times, each time, Mr. W. doing the same thing. The game is called "Wakey!
Wakey! Wet Fish (or Mouse)" - we haven’t decided which yet. I
nervously await to see if there will be a repeat performance tomorrow
morning...
20-ii
Nope - this morning perfectly normal - no WWWF(M) game! - thank God!
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(end of excerpt)