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Clyde.”
    â€œDon’t be stupid! They’ll kill them at the pound! Why would you bring them home and then…”
    â€œ The pound will find homes for them! I brought them home so you could drive them out there. You didn’t expect me to walk way out there dragging those two? Expect me to jump up on the counter at the animal shelter and fill out the proper forms? Sometimes, Clyde, you don’t show good sense even for a human!”
    Clyde stared at him. The pups stopped barking and stared, too, their tails whipping and wagging.
    Joe Grey, glaring at all three, leaped from the counter over thepups’ heads and scorched out the dog door. He was crouched to bolt over the gate and go find a phone, when he saw Dulcie trotting swiftly along the back fence toward him, her green eyes wide with interest, her peach-tinted ears sharply forward, her whole being keen with curiosity.

4
    C ROUCHED ON the back fence, Dulcie had started at the sudden barking from Clyde’s house behind her. Sounded like he had a kennel full of dogs in there—big, lively dogs, shouting with canine idiocy. Probably someone visiting had brought their mutts along, and Clyde was making a fuss over them, teasing and playing with them. He could be such a fool over an animal; that was what she loved best about him.
    At first when she discovered her talent for human speech, she had been wary of Clyde, wouldn’t talk to him. She’d left that to Joe, who had awakened from simple cathood into their amazing metamorphosis at about the same time. From the beginning, Joe had mouthed off to Clyde and argued with him, while she had hidden her new talents, too shy even to tell Wilma.
    Oh, that morning when Wilma found out. When, sitting on Wilma’s lap at the breakfast table secretly reading the newspaper right along with her, that instant when she laughed out loud at a really stupid book review, she thought Wilma was going to have a coronary.
    Dulcie had been worrying about how to break her amazingnews; she hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that. But suddenly the cat was out of the bag, so to speak. And afterward, trying to explain to Wilma how it had happened, that she didn’t know how it had happened, trying to explain how wonderful it was to understand human speech, oh, that had been some morning, the two of them trying to get it all sorted out, Wilma laughing, and crying a little, too, and hugging Dulcie.
    Of course one couldn’t sort out such a phenomenon; one doesn’t dissect miracles. The closest she and Wilma could come—or that Wilma could—was to head for the library and dive into a tangle of research. Wilma and Clyde together had dug through tomes of history about cats, through Celtic and Egyptian history and myth. When they surfaced with their notes, the implications had swept Dulcie away.
    Suddenly her head was filled with ancient folklore interlocked with human history, with the mysterious Tuatha folk who had slipped up from the netherworld into the green Celtic fields through doors carved into the ancient hills. There were doors with cat faces engraved on them, sometimes in a tomb, sometimes in a garden wall. Doors that implied feline powers and led deep into the earth, into another land.
    Wilma’s research had led Dulcie to Set and Bast, to Egyptian cat mummies and Egyptian tombs with small, cat-decorated doors deep within. From the instant she first realized that she could understand human language, could speak and read the morning paper, then realized there were books about cats like her and Joe, the entire world had opened up, her curiosity, her imagination, her very spirit expanded like a butterfly released from its cocoon.
    But Joe Grey hadn’t been so charmed; he didn’t like those revelations of their own history, he didn’t like thinking about their amazing lineage. It was enough for Joe that he was suddenly able to talk back to Clyde and express his own opinions, and