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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 48 | volume IX | May-June,2006



                     Peer-reviewed journal
Blesok no. 48May-June,2006


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F.L. Bastet

    She was just an ugly old lady living in a small apartment. Nevertheless, a lack of love had given her some odd traits which made her almost interesting. For years she had been a primary school teacher and dedicated to her work, she thought. But all those children seemed to have forgotten her completely. She never saw any of them. This gave her a certain satisfaction: most people were less virtuous than she.
    After retiring, she lived a solitary life in an apartment on a dreary street in The Hague. It was called Obrechtstraat, after the composer, but the name was the only gentle note about it, and the people who live there are perhaps unaware of even that. Her loneliness was shared by a small cat which she loved. As much as possible, she kept herself hidden from the neighbours. She did the shopping she had to very early in the morning. She did not even know the people in the apartment below hers. To stop the people across the way from peering in, she had net curtains which she always kept closed. She considered herself quite a good person. Her only real sin was a sweet tooth – cakes, cheap chocolate– of which she was ashamed, but none of her neighbours would ever find out. With this she satisfied her wounded vanity. And since she had few surviving relatives, all the warmth she was capable of was directed towards the cat.
    This animal was really remarkably small, a dwarf among cats. Even when it became aged, it still looked like a six-month-old kitten. That was not its only charm. It was also very affectionate, as well as intelligent and handsome: pale amber with a little brown, almost out of this world. Or so she thought. While she was not having an actual affair with her little Felix, her relationship with him was highly intimate, almost suspiciously so. Year after year, Felix calmly accepted her daily caresses, chatter, and other signs of love. He rewarded her by rubbing his head against her and meowing endearingly. Cats are sometimes extremely cunning in feigning affection.
    Just as often, however, when it comes down to it, they reveal themselves to be essentially lacking in moral character. Almost to the point of behaving like sluts. Felix had been behaving oddly for several weeks. He would not eat. There were no more gentle meows. On occasion he

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