My niece is notoriously anti-smoking which, as she is only twelve, is admirable. Admittedly, I am somewhat put out when I settle at the far end of the garden with a pipeful of baccy only for the little madam to march out of the back door and the full 100 yards of the garden to inform me that my smoke smells horrid. She has little to complain of inside the house for I confine my smoking to one room with window wide open. (In winter a smoking jacket can come in very handy). Though she now has a masonto object to even this precious little smoke-filled room. "What about your cat?" she asked. Some American boffins have produced research that shows that cats suffer from second hand smoke. I could argue until the cows come home about the how the anti-smoking lobby selectively chose their information but she is as good as the seasoned veterans at ASH and only accepts "facts" when the researchers come down on her side of the argument. So, I agreed to banish poor puss from my smoking room. Later that day,I retired to my little haven to smoke a Turkish cigarette. After about a minute, a scratching noise could be heard from the other side of the door, followed by a miaow and an awful crying sound.
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