Evening star., 1940-06-09
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ORD JIrrERs walked deliberately down
the stairs from his bedroom. was in
hurry, 50 l gave gentle push to his
lordly rear He withered me with an indignant
look and stalked into the living room to seat
himself on the couch beside vase of tulips
He shifted delicately at each blossom, then
stood off to criticize their arrangement.
MOT 50 good, if you ask me. A little more
separation would make them easier to smell.
Now these on the piano. Much better. You see
l have no difficulty in inhaling the odor from
each flower without disananging my hair.
shall remain here and let the perfume drift
over me. If close my eyes can imagine that
l am in the garden at my country estate ..
that it is summer . the sun is shining ).
there are butterflies to catch :. all sorts of
exciting things to do e. and warm smelly
earth to snuggle into when am tired and
want to sleep to 60 to sleep -"
forgot to say that Lord Jitters is white
Persian cat. He got the last part of his name
when he was only fluffy ball of fur, because
he was never still. Elevation to the peerage
came by divine right at the age of four
months His inheritance included me- my
wife, Billie, an apartment in New York and
place in the country.
Lord filters has an infmity which he tries
catfully, to conceal. He is stone deaf. But
am sure he would maintain that deafness is an
asset. His thoughts are not disturbed by un-
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live in world of his own.
He was a precocious child - an infant
prodigy STILL he could not escape certain in
herited instincts which at his early age it was
impossible to understand or analyze One of
these was the desire to watch hole. His New
York apartment does not abound in holes
After diligent search, the only one he could
find was the drain pipe in the bath tub. He
settled down to prolonged concentration upon
this hole l don't think he was clear in his
mind as to what might emerge from the
cavity. Nevertheless, it was place to be
watched, duty to be done.
Being white. Lord Jitters accumulates
vast amount of SCOT during his excursions in
the roof garden of his apartment In regard to
baths, he has informed us: Il admit that
like to be clean. Being scrubbed is not my
idea of fun: still will not object if you per-
fume the water with bath salts and use sandal
wood soap" When it is all over, and he is
white as an arctic fox, he spends hours admir-
ing himself before mirror.
regret to admit that Lord Jitters is
exceedingly vain. When we have guests, he
waits for the proper moment to make an
entrance. Stalking into the room, his white
plume waving, he introduces himself to each
guest in turn. With gentle dignity he will allow
himself to be stroked, purring in response
Then he selects spot on green stool or the
yellow back of sofa, where he can pose in
full view While he will court the attention of
strangers, Billie and l or any of the maids
are not allowed to touch him except when we
are in the motor car.
We HAVE often discussed this matter with
him. Il have lovely apartment" says he.
Il am decorative, as everyone knows. also
am host. Therefore it is my duty to be
gracious to our guests and to enhance the
beauty of our surroundings by showing my
self to the best advantage. This, however,
does not mean that l
have to submit myself
to being paved after
the guests are gone.