(1931?)
The bedroom windows, like the others [in the Beaumont Avenue house], were casements that opened out. One night a thump on my bed woke me and, startled, I called Lorin softly. He found a shoe in the dark, ready to defend himself, before turning on his bedside light. The monster proved to be a large grey and white house cat who came in from the cold. I believe we had this cat for some time before taking it to the zoo, where we put it in with many other unwanted cats.
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