“Of course, none of that matters  
if you’re hallucinating this whole     
fucking thing, but I don’t even want to
go there. You believe it, and that’s   
good enough for me.”                   
     I had to agree, but also wondered 
why she believed me about a talking    
Cat, but not about the garbage last    
night?                                 
     “We should at least check the     
second one out, especially for a half a
million dollars,” I said to get my mind
off garbage, and then asked, “What     
about you? What’d you learn in school  
today?”                                
     “I’m telling you Crim, I’m liking 
your idea of going back to college,    
especially after what I did today,” she
said excitedly. “It doesn’t help us    
any, not really, but it was still very 
* interesting.”                            
     She had to go to the Medical      
Library to find the first two          
references. One of them was from an    
obscure German textbook, “that I       
finally found deep down in what they   
call the Cellar. I couldn't take it    
from the room, but I could read it     
there. It was published in 1829.       
     “I had to use a translator site to
read it.                               
     “It was about this magical cat    
that could talk. It didn't have any-   
thing else, just mentioned the cat,    
 that it could talk, do magic, and then
went on to something else.”            
     “Interesting, but like you said,  
not really helpful.”                   



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