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¨You can have him。〃
¨Thank you very much; papa。 Iˇm going to take him out to the car to gentle him。〃
Thomas Hudson watched the boy cross the road with the kitten in his arms and get into the front seat with him。 The top of the car was down and from the bar he watched the boy; his brown hair flattened by the wind; sitting in the convertible in the bright sunlight。 He could not see the kitten because the boy was holding him on the seat; sitting low on the seat out of the wind; stroking the kitten。
Now the boy was gone and the kitten had grown into an old cat and had outlived the boy。 The way he and Boise felt now; he thought; neither one wanted to outlive the other。 I donˇt know how many people and animals have been in love before; he thought。 It probably is a very comic situation。 But I donˇt find it comic at all。
No; he thought; I do not find it comic any more than it is comic for a boyˇs cat to outlive him。 Many things about it are certainly ridiculous; as Boise was when he growled and then made that sudden tragic cry and stiffened his whole length against the man。 Sometimes; the servants said; he would not eat for several days after the man was gone but his hunger always drove him to it。 Although there were days when he tried to live by his hunting and would not come in with the other cats; he always came in finally and he would leap out of the room over the backs of the other crowding cats when the door was opened by the servant that brought the tray of ground meat and then leap back in over all the other cats as they milled around the boy who had brought the food。 He always ate very quickly and then wanted to leave the cat room as soon as he had finished。 There was no cat that he cared for in any way。
For a long time now the man thought that Boise had regarded himself as a human being。 He did not drink with the man as a bear would but he ate everything the man ate especially all of those things cats would not touch。 Thomas Hudson remembered the summer before when they had been eating breakfast together and he had offered Boise a slice of fresh; chilled mango。 Boise had eaten it with delight and he had mango every morning as long as Thomas Hudson was ashore and the mango season lasted。 He had to hold the slices for him so he could get them into his mouth since they were too slippery for the cat to pick off the plate and he thought he must rig some sort of a rack; like a toast rack; so the cat could take them without having to hurry。
Then when the alligator pear trees; the big; dark green aguacates with their fruit only a little darker and shinier than the foliage; had come into bearing this time when he had been ashore in September for overhaul; preparing to go down to Haiti; he had offered Boise a spoonful out of the shell; the hollow where the seed had been; filled with oil and vinegar dressing; and the cat had eaten it and then afterwards at each meal; he had eaten half an aguacate。
¨Why donˇt you climb up in the trees and get them for yourself?〃 Thomas Hudson had asked the cat as they walked together over the hills of the property。 But Boise; of course; had not answered。
He had found Boy up in an alligator pear tree one evening when he had gone out in the dusk to walk and see the flight of blackbirds going in toward Havana where they flew each night from all the countryside to the south and east; converging in long flights to roost; noisily; in the Spanish laurel trees of the Prado。 Thomas Hudson liked to watch the blackbirds come flying over the hills and to see the first bats come out in the evening and the very small owls coming out for their night flying when the sun went down into the sea beyond Havana and the lights began to come on over the hills。 On that night he had missed Boise; who nearly always walked with him; and he had taken Big Goats; one of Boiseˇs sons; a big…shouldered; heavy…necked; wide…faced; tremendous…whiskered; black; fighting cat for the walk。 Goats never hunted。 He was a fighter and a stud cat and that kept him occupied。 But he was cheerful; except where his work was concerned; and he liked to walk especially if Thomas Hudson would stop every now and then and push him hard with his foot so that he would lie flat on his side。 Thomas Hudson would then stroke the catˇs belly with his foot。 It was difficult to stroke Goats too hard or too roughly; and he would as soon be stroked with a shoe on as barefoot。
Thomas Hudson had just reached down and patted himhe liked to be patted as strongly as you would pat a big dogwhen he looked up and saw Boise well up in the alligator pear tree。 Goats looked up and saw him too。
¨What are you doing; you old bastard?〃 Thomas Hudson called to him ¨Have you finally started to eat them on the tree?〃
Boise looked down at them and saw Goats。
¨Come on down and weˇll take a walk;〃 Thomas Hudson told him。 ¨Iˇll give you aguacate for supper。〃
Boise looked at Goats and said nothing。
¨You look awfully handsome in those dark green leaves。 Stay up if you want。〃
Boise looked away from them and Thomas Hudson and the big black cat went on through the trees。
¨Do you think heˇs crazy; Goats?〃 the man asked。 Then to please the cat he said; ¨Do you remember the night we couldnˇt find the medicine?〃
Medicine was a magic word with Goats and as soon as he heard it; he lay on his side to be stroked。
¨Remember the medicine?〃 the man asked him and the big cat writhed in his hardy rough delight。
Medicine had become a magic word with him one night when the man had been drunk; really drunk; and Boise would not sleep with him。 Princessa would not sleep with him when he was drunk; nor would Willy。 No one would sleep with him when he was drunk except Friendless; which was Big Goatsˇ early name; and Friendlessˇs Brother; who was really his sister; and who was an unfortunate cat who had many sorrows and occasional ecstasies。 Goats liked him drunk better than sober or; perhaps; it was because only when Thomas Hudson was drunk that Goats got to sleep with him that made it seem that way。 But on this night Thomas Hudson had been ashore about four days when he got really drunk。 It had started at noon at the Floridita and he had drunk first with Cuban politicians that had dropped in; nervous for a quick one; with sugar planters and rice planters; with Cuban government functionaries; drinking through their lunch hour; with second and third secretaries of Embassy; shepherding someone to the Floridita; with the inescapable FBI men; pleasant and all trying to look so average; clean…cut…young…American that they stood out as clearly as though they had worn a bureau shoulder patch on their white linen or seersucker suits。 He had drunk double frozen daiquiris; the great ones that Constante made; that had no taste of alcohol and felt; as you drank them; the way downhill glacier skiing feels running through powder snow and; after the sixth and eighth; felt like downhill glacier skiing feels when you are running unroped。 Some Navy that he knew came in and he drank with them and then with some of the then…called Hooligan Navy or Coast Guard。 This was getting too near to shop; which he was drinking away from; so he went down to the far end of the bar where the old respectable whores were; the fine old whores that every resident drinker at the Floridita had slept with sometime in the last twenty years; and sat on a stool with them and had a club sandwich and drank more double frozens。
When he had come back to the farm that night he was very drunk and none of the cats would sleep with him but Goats; who was not allergic to the basic rum smell; had no prejudice against drunkenness; and revelled in the rich whore smell; as full…bodied as a fine Christmas fruitcake。 They slept heavily together; Goats purring loudly whenever he woke; and finally Thomas Hudson; waking and remembering how much he had drunk; said to Goats; ¨Weˇve got to take the medicine。〃
Goats loved the sound of the word; which symbolized all this rich life he was sharing; and purred stronger than ever。
¨Where is the medicine; Goats?〃 Thomas Hudson had asked。 He turned on the reading light by the bed but it was dead。 In the storm that had kept him ashore; wires had blown down or been shorted and not yet repaired and there was no electricity。 He felt on the night table by the bed for the big double Seconal capsule; the last one that he had; that would put him to sleep again and let him wake in the morning without a hangover。 He knocked it off the table as he reached in the darkness and he couldnˇt find it。 He felt all over the floor carefully and he couldnˇt find it。 He had no matches by the bed because he was not smoking and the flashlight battery had been overused by the servants while he was away and was dead。
¨Goats;〃 he had said。 ¨We have to find the medicine。〃
He had got out of bed and Goats came down on the floor; too; and they hunted for the medicine。 Goats went under the bed; not knowing what he was hunting; but doing all he could; and Thomas Hudson said to him; ¨The medicine; Goats。 Find the medicine。〃
Goats made whimpery cries under the bed and ranged all of the area。 Finally he came out; purring; and Thomas Hudson; feeling over the fl

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