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		<title>In the small hours of the morning&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[About 3:00 am last night, to be precise. The dear cat, who is asleep in the crook of my arm, starts to retch. I am glad to report that I woke up quickly enough to get her out of the bed, so that the thumb-sized furball and its associated half-digested food paste was vomited out [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About 3:00 am last night, to be precise. The dear cat, who is asleep in the crook of my arm, starts to retch. I am glad to report that I woke up quickly enough to get her out of the bed, so that the thumb-sized furball and its associated half-digested food paste was vomited out on the floor. Here she is, but in contented mood:</p>
<p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qq6OEUys-TA/Sg0FQ2yiXUI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ddey4xvwjlo/s1600-h/T-smile.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335926920647433538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qq6OEUys-TA/Sg0FQ2yiXUI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/ddey4xvwjlo/s400/T-smile.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>
<p>Sweet? (Go on, click to enlarge if you doubt it!)</p>
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