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To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (14049)	10/29/1998 12:17:00 AM
From: jhild	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

. . . tomcat named Whizzer (in honor of the football star and Supreme Court Justice, Whizzer White) . . . One of his favorite tricks was to sneak into my Aunt Betty's house across the street, and pee on her television. Are you really sure he was named after Justice White? There seems to be a very credible alternate theory in your own story.

To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (14049)	10/29/1998 12:25:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Maybe her choice of programs? I think Puss N Boots is what I used to feed those guys. You wouldn't have me lick that, would you? I didn't think so. Those feeding traumatizations took place in the late Sixties. Thirty years ago. There was a square pan one of them ate out of. (Of out ate?) It was enameled metal; white inside with cobalt rim. I was down at my Dad's about a month ago, and he'd gotten a new cat. There was the pan, in his back porch. It was amazing to see it. I was transfixed. A simple object. It rules a major portion of my psyche, unaccessed but still reserved. I spent ten seconds ~ maybe more ~ looking; unaware of much else. I could feel it in my hand, precisely. Mary Jane saw me, and recognizes that state (by now). I could see her smiling out of my peripheral. Even my sister came out and knew what was going on. She's smiling. I said, "That's Lear's bowl." "Yes....." I also had to fold all the paper grocery bags. The brown ones. I didn't mind doing dishes, mowing grass, painting; but those two things bugged me. I really hate folding sacks. I notice it these days, too. It creates a pain in my hands, whose cause I can't decide. Weird, huh? [You should make up some infamous case here.] [Then again, what's weird to JFred by now.....] PS: Yah! I just followed your post back to that one, and that bowl was the very rim I would whack the spoon on. I had forgotten that. My shrink is in Salem. His name is..............