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Thursday, 14 October 2004


The St. Cross Cat. I don't actually know its name but she/he is such a beautiful cat and I can't help but spend a few moments with it everytime I get to catch it (which is far too few methinks). Oddly, I only ever see the cat near midnight. He/she can be found in the cemetery next to us jumping between gravestones. I followed its lead once but because the graveyard is a bit old (18th century), the gravestones can't actually support my weight (if I jump on them) and I'm sure the dead people buried there won't appreciate me chipping their headstones.