text: I spent most of the day being a tourist in Tublier. Tublier with an ignorant white cat for providing local color is not as much fun as Dorday with an expert native guide for local color, but we managed. The Alberhominie Civic Museum provided us with much more entertainment than we had expected of it, in the form of a special exhibition on zeppelins. Nrararn did have to turn into a hoven to come in; they don't allow pets. Everyone thought we were twins. Next time I shall have to tell him to look like some other no-hoven-in-particular.
  
  "Sorry, miss, but the armchair in 21G needs to be refinished," lied the superintendent as I walked in.
  
  "No hurry," I didn't lie.
  
  "Oh, and there's a note for you called in," he said. "Sounds like you might be dating someone important soon, if you play your cards right."
  
  "You are dating someone important," wrote my small white cat.
  
  "Really? Csirnis will barely talk to me anymore," I wrote back, to annoy him.
  
  "Miss, oh heavens! I'll get you a bandage straightaway!" said the superintendent, and rummaged in his desk drawers. "But you should get rid of that cat, if he bites so much."
  
  "No, this is quite unusual for him." (Usually he breathes lightning.) I bandaged my cat-bite, renewed the Hoplonton on both of us. "Wait until we're in private to bite me!"
  
  "And here's your message, miss," said the superintendent, after I was bandaged. "You should tell him your room number. We've got three Joffees living here. I had to make him tell me fur color, and lucky we don't have another dark grey or you might be missing a date."
  
  Sporthen wanted to meet me for a discussion at the Laich Street Café in midafternoon.
  
  "You think it's a date?" I asked the superintendent.
  
  "Young woman new in town, older important man? How badly do you need work?"
  
  "Not that badly, yet," I said. In part because my cat was glaring at me. I scooped him up and went back to my apartment, to tend my wounds properly (the Arcane Anodyne, though nearly anything would have worked), and to scold him properly (a Caramelle in the bathtub, with both of us as small as possible, which he won by one touch.)