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Yes the Rum Tum Tugger is a Curious Cat

The house was a gift that came with a price. Located on a corner lot that lacked in garden what it made up in decks, Hyuksoo’s home was built just the way he would have wanted it. Tall and sharp, a post-modern sore-thumb on an otherwise modest neighborhood. To this day, he doesn’t know what stood before his mother had it demolished and built this one in its place, but on that day he began to wonder if the previous home had been a place with cats.

And there isn't any call for me to shout it:

It was summer on the streets but in his home, it was more like early autumn. Hyuksoo preferred to keep it cold, naturally more of a homebody in a town where nothing ever happened. After work, the poet came home, had a drink and sat for many hours and did a number of things. Sometimes he graded papers, sometimes he read books. Very rarely, he wrote. In truth, the teacher hadn’t produced anything worthwhile in a year or so. The more that the small town became a part of his veins and his bones, the less his hands could produce words in the syncopations he had introduced to English poetry. But he had been writing that day, he remembers, and it was something terrible, obscure rather than mysterious and his frustration laid with himself but when there was a crash from his kitchen he blamed the sound. Grumbling, Hyuksoo investigated the distraction but what he found wasn’t what he expected to.

For he will do // As he do do

A cat, unapologetically gnawing at some meat he had been thawing for dinner, the white platter it had been sitting on shattered on the dark hardwood. Looking up, the cat made eye contact with him for a moment before continuing business as usual, red-paws clearly not meaning much to the creature. The only thing keeping him from punting the sneaky little thing straight to the front door was the fact he had seen it before. Often, actually. He found the cats sunbathing on the balcony outside his room and along his deck often, sometimes they pawed at the windows or killed a bird in his yard but they had always been respectful enough to carry their kills back to the neighbor boy where they belonged. Now, this cat had gone a bit far.

And that’s no doing anything about it!

Heaving a heavy sigh, Hyuksoo crossed the kitchen, crouching to pick the cat up by the scruff of its neck. Awkwardly putting a hand beneath the squirming feline to support some weight he made his way next door, slab of meat still half eaten on the kitchen floor. Squeezing the cat to his chest to keep it from scratching or leaping from his arms, he thumped on the door a few times, irritation in his veins.