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while vigorously. She enjoyed this but seemed still dissatisfied. Thinking she might want to play I hunted up her mouse. She wasn't too enthusiastic, but got up on the couch beside Jack, studying. There she became intensely interested in the pencil he was using, smelling, licking and touching it with her paw. He let her play with it, and she is now studying it on the floor, seeming deliberaly [[deliberately]] to hide it under the rug and try to find it again. Just now she has got the mouse and is tossing it around while muttering softly to herself. 

A very busy evening, in which I waxed the kitchen floor, washed clothes and did numerous other little jobs besides cooking a fairly elaborate dish we like -- sweet and sour spareribs (pressure cooker). I find that the cheap cuts of meat such as liver (pork) and spareribs can be made into delicious meals if prepared with the right seasonings. The liver I prepare with onions, butter, and wine sauce while frying it: a method you might not be able to use, I guess since several tablespoons of at must be used. It is the only way I can enjoy liver, though, and liver is so very nutritious I try to have it once a week. Jack has his last mid-term tomorrow.

We have had a leaky bathroom sink and toilet tank for a while, and at last the plumber came and fixed it for good; so I have at last painted the bathroom floor, dried now and waxed it. Finally our whole apartment is in good order. It is quite warm and dry. (Penelope, in the height of excitement, was tossing the mouse into the air and sliding the little rugs about; she growled several times over it now.)

Well, good night for the present!

Love,

Doris

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