A colleague asked me to trap a feral kitten in his garden in summer 1988. Being very green at the time i turned up with a basket and discovered a 5 month old cat. Luckily she was starving and I could scruff her and stuff her in a basket. She was also a bit to thick to be truly feral and we later found out she had been dumped by a person who regularly dumped half-Persian kittens in that area (close to farmland). She was apricot coloured with a fluffy tail. We called her Aphrodite because she was beautiful but untouchable like a love goddess. She was nicknamed \"fizzy orange cat\" because she fizzed and exploded if picked up, and \"squitten\" because she was a kitten with a fluffy squirrel tail. She grew up into a \"Squat\" (rhymes with \"cat\") and became a most devoted companion who benevolently saw many old cats join our household and pass away. She knew she was our \"forever cat\".
Before shipping home at the end of World War II, six American Army Air Force officers explore an Asian bazaar. Daru, a snake charmer, lets them photograph him holding a cobra. Paul Able mentions the cult of the Lamians, who worship snakes, and Daru says that Paul can see it for himself. He brings them to the Lamian temple, warning them that they will die if caught. They see a dance about the rescue of the Lamian people by their cobra goddess. As the dancer slides back into a woven basket, a drunk Nick Hommel photographs her. The Lamians are outraged, and their priest curses the intruders. 1e1e36bf2d