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Sunday evening was spent in delightful company down Ilford way, where former inmates of the Athenaeum Club,

ellefurtle now sojourn. Our gathering was completed by the company of

colonel_maxim and one other.

I had read so much about him. The first I saw was a small alien face scowling at me from the staircase. I noticed his huge eyes and ears, I noticed his pale peachy fuzz, I noticed his Joan Rivers neckscrag, and then we were formally introduced. This was young master JasperGollum.

I have never seen a Devon Rex before, different but I think rather charming...the scowling was soon explained. Gollum had evidently manifested earlier in the day, at the attempting of a bath. There were two scratched humans and one cat smelling of strawberry shampoo, so it's probably fair to call it a draw.

Jasper is a very sweet cat; his antics provided us lots of material with which to interrupt ourselves. He played, explored, and got stuck in high places while we talked about pondscum, Lord of the Rings and matters of state, and our hosts made us fine fud, a roast beef and yorkie dinner, followed by yeractual genuine chocolate blancmange. It was most excellent.

I went to sleep on the futon in the front room, only to feel a series of tiny paw pressures find me in the dark; Jasper is much smaller than my own cats, who gallumph across me like wargs on the mountains. Suddenly I had a kittynose in my face, and I felt my hair being chewed. I moved, the phantom face-hugger ran. And I slept, replete and happy. Major thanks to

ellefurtle and

caddyman for their perfect hospitality. I had a delicious evening!