Lisle, an old friend of ours, phoned us last night. She was very, very sad. She was crying. Her cat has gone missing. He went out last Wednesday and still hasn't come home.
Lisl's cat's name is Ivan. He's a big red killer. Ivan kills birds, mice, rats, and even other cats. Ivan is wild.
Lisl, of course, thinks Ivan is cute. It's nature, that's all. And, Ivan, she's sure, will come back again.
Pets are important. But, who needs an Ivan? Lisl! Lisl's now walking the streets of Vienna. "Ivan - Ivan - Ivan - where are you? Come home to mummy!"
Will Ivan come home? Who knows?
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