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(Although Jane had slept she was still tired. While she was talking to me our cat Willy lay purring on her lap. Abruptly at 8:57 the session began. Jane stood up, dumping Willy to the floor. She began to dictate in a fairly strong voice; her eyes darkened as usual. And Willy began to tag after her as she paced back and forth.)

(And Willy, strolling out of the bathroom, displayed no upset at all. He rubbed up against Jane’s leg, purring.

[...] He purred as I carried him back to the studio. [...]

We parked here today
and the green world swirled
jungle-quick, downtown
across the river, and like
a city bushman I was in tune,
swinging through thought’s treetops
while the traffic stopped and started,
precise as a ceremony of animals,
almost formal, engines thundering
then purring, wheels pausing,
headlights hypnotized in sun.
You walked into the bank,
making an exchange as ancient
as any tribal dance.

[...] Awkwardly circling, he tried to settle down, purring, as I tried to complete these notes. [...]

[...] Purring and rubbing, Mitzi began to climb all over me as I tried to take notes. [...]

[...] Incidentally, your purring cat is very pleased with his home. [...]