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I saw Ken Besgrove today. I think the last time I saw Ken was 1988. Unfortunately he was busy listening to the veterinarian tell him how to cure his dog and I was busy finding out how dead my cat was. So we didn't manage much more than a brief salutation before we had to pay attention to someone else.

Emily, Defender of the Universe saw off the evil forces of evil last night. Boy was her tail looking big and puffy when she had finished with them. Unfortunately her battle strategy involved being bitten across the back by the evil forces' doglike projection into this world, so she is spending the night at the Western Suburbs Vet Clinic where Doctor Dick will decide what to do with her tomorrow. She will definitely need stitches. The list of her injuries is not happy reading so instead I'll mention that Emily was purring so much the vet couldn't check her heartbeat. She has the brain of a cat.

The battle itself was over before I realised I didn't know where Frank keeps the hose. Catching the telltale sound of the evil forces being lured up the driveway to their doom I went out to watch. The doglike object had its head in the garden but turned around as I approached. This is when I began to wondered where the hose was kept because this was a particularly sleek and muscular object with an aggressive stance and obvious teeth. I didn't wonder about the hose for long though because a second doglike object joined the first from the garden. Given the range of choices in the driveway at that point I would describe doglike object number two as the mean looking one. Then they fled, thwarted in their evil schemes by Emily who limped victoriously out of the garden and around the back of the house.  ¶ 20:33