Close to finishing this bowl of Wilke Wall Street Light in a post-WW2 straight smooth brown pre-Republic Peterson’s Dublin 3 Shamrock bulldog with a nickel band and a tapered black vulcanite p-lip stem. This blend has much less perique (10%) than the regular Wall Street (which was my idea that John Brandt blended). This version was my idea, too, as I wanted a lighter BurPer for this pipe.
It’s rained all day, and I let Daisy the Feral Princess in because she goes to my studio to sleep, and doesn’t cause any trouble. I haven’t seen Tomato the Brave at all. Abner the Eager showed up and wanted in, so I let him eat inside. But Sam the Scamp suddenly showed up and snuck into the house before I could close the door. He waited until Abner ate, and after some growling by Sam, Abner came into the den by my feet for safety. Sam ate and stayed in the kitchen for a short while, but came to the den and growled at Abner who ignored him. I made sure Sam saw me rubbing on Abner so he’d understand that Abner was wanted here. Sam jumped on my lap for attention, bathed himself, and then he walked around behind the den chairs not knowing what to do. Finally, he jumped on the sofa and laid on the clean sheets. I rubbed on him, and he nibbled on my hand. Then licked the spot he nibbled on.
Sleepy Suzy was a couple of feet away from him, and Sam started growling at her. I scolded Sam about it and starting rubbing on Suzy who was quite calm; much more than I expected. That let Sam know she was okay, and he stopped growling. An hour has passed and both cats are snoozing’ in their respective spots. That’s some progress although Molly Danger would not handle this well at all. She’d chase Sam to the back door. So, when Molly comes out, Sam will have to go outside or there’ll be nothing but trouble. I don’t see that changing because Molly absolutely hates the ferals.
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