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Swayed, undoubtedly, by the soft voice and the ear rub, he stopped trying to muscle her into the apartment and looked doubtfully back over a thick shoulder at the garden. "If you insist," he sighed, finally, pretending that it was all his idea to appease his pride and backing up again so she had the room she liked to move about. "But not too long." The sun was growing higher, and observing that there would soon be a nice warm spot by one of the parapets, he moved to one side under the newly tamed ivy and turned around in a circle to sprawl comfortably on the ground where he could see what she was doing. From a very--very--great ways away, he would look like a sunning house cat.