[Quick little sketches of a particular cat, slim and with a tattered ear, litter the page.]
You know, there used to be this stray cat who lived on my fire escape back in Newford... This guy doesn't look too far off from him.
[There's an indignant yowl and Jilly's laugh and "All right, all right."]
One of these days, I imagine he'll allow me the honor
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