Erstwhile Okie on St. Mark's Place. "That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past."
Mr. Putter and his fine cat Tabby were enjoying a pot of cinnamon tea and some kiwi jam when the phone rang.
"What." said Mr. Putter flatly into the receiver.
It was Mr. Putter's neighbor Mrs. Teaberry.
"I have an idea!" she exclaimed. Mr. Putter hung up the phone.
"Oh Tabby, I wish she would just die."