June 3, 1982. Perhaps I should do one of those sptghtly "fixing up my country house" books... First Year in the Garden...a chapter on the White Cat who got his ass bit by a dog, and the grey cat...such a handsome animal. Smokey we call him, after Colonel Smoky, the narc in Maurice Helbrant's Narcotic Agent, bound with Junkie in the Ace edition...well, Smokey is getting to be a real nuisance, fawning all over me and putting his face up to mine, rubbing his head against my hand and following me around when I am trying to shoot. It's almost spooky. I am looking to find a good home for Smoky.
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