Weird.

I just got comment notifications from the past several days, all at once.

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The landlady asked us this morning if we knew where both cats were, since she could hear something she thought might be bigger than squirrel-sized in the attic. I think it's probably some sort of Master Squirrel, an 'Übereichhörnchen,' if you will, using our attic as a base of operations. Fortunately, the third floor is not part of our domain, so we don't have to hear him ourselves.

Or it could be big rats. There's a part of the basement where it seems an opening in the floor has been covered over; perhaps it's the entrance to a pre-human subterranean temple of some kind. But while the landlady's family has a reputation for eccentricity, there are no local tales of cannibal rites or anything. And the cats don't wig out so much. So I dunno.

But come to think of it, Big One does sit at the door to the forbidden basement and make plaintive sounds quite often...

Alas for the French bread

Just learned about this. That sucks. J. vaguely hoped to interview him for her dissertation field work, when the time came.