Confrontation and Lies

9/4/2012

I decided to take a walk round my village this morning just to make sure all’s well. It’s been a few days since I did so. As I was getting to The Fursty Ferret I saw Ginger and young Frisk, a newcomer, talking. Or rather Ginger was doing the talking and Frisk the listening. I wandered over in time to hear Ginger saying “And I  suggest you don’t say a word about it from now on”.
“About what Ginger?” I asked.
“Oh hello Oscar, nothing important” he said.
“I was just asking if it’s true that two rats rule the roost in your house” said Frisk with what looked like a smirk.

“I don’t know who you’ve been listening to kitten” I said, “but make no mistake, I’m still as much in charge there as ever.”
“Just what I’ve been saying” added Ginger.
It was easier to feign indifference to what Frisk said than to actually work out in my mind whether what I’d said was true since the unfortunate incident with my tail, but I wasn’t about to voice my doubts.

I continued with my stroll as though nothing was wrong but it worried me that a newcomer could so easily voice thoughts that made me look silly in front of my friends. I have to fix this and quickly I thought. With a new determination I turned and headed for home. Just inside the gateway there was a rustle and quick as a flash I pounced showing Frisk and Ginger who seemed to have followed me that I’d lost none of my speed. It was a small field mouse and as my jaws caught it, the mouse played dead. I realised to my relief it was a mouse I’d caught before and had asked to play dead in exchange for it’s life. From the corner of my mouth I spoke to Frisk “Do you really fink anyone oo cud catch a mouse vis fasht is not boss at home?” I didn’t wait for his reply but went indoors. Inside I made sure I avoided the screaming Longlegs and went straight to an open clearway and dropped the mouse outside again. “You’re lucky I didn’t bite” I said “now why not find somewhere else to live?”

I went to the room for sitting and stood before the cage where the rats live. Hmm, daylight, they’re asleep I thought. I called out.”Hey rats, come on out and talk for a minute”.
Two heads duly appeared followed by two bodies that stretched out from sleep and lastly came two tails, huge long hairless things.
“What do you want?” said Rat 1
“Is it food time?” said Rat 2.
” Stop thinking about your stomach Penny ” said Rat 1 “it’s almost dragging on the floor.”
“Listen” I told them, “I want a truce and a little favour!
“Have you got anything to eat?” said the one called Penny”even a little tail would do.” and I swear there was a little snigger there.
I picked up one of their chocolate drops between my teeth and leaned towards the cage. Penny came to take it and as she did I caught one of her whiskers. “Ouch”she said.
“Perhaps it’s time I made meal of something “I said and let go.
“I repeat, what do you want” said Rat 1.
“As we both have to live here, I suggest we make the best of it” I replied, “but, as you have your own little kingdom here and I have mine everywhere outside your home, if you help me regain my good name I’ll agree to leave you in peace.”
“Sounds reasonable” said Rat1 “so what’s the favour you want?”
“I need to carry one of you outside in my mouth to show I’m still the Superior here. After I’ve been seen I’ll bring you back unharmed.”

Rat 1 whispered to Rat 2 before turning back to me and saying. ” We agree. You can carry Penny out and I’ll watch to make sure you keep your word.”
Clever, I thought, making sure that one made sure she was safe. Easy to see who was the brains. When I opened the cage and Penny came towards me it was easy to see who was the stomach too.
I took her in my teeth and carried her outside. We were approaching the gate where Ginger and Frisky were still sitting when Penny said quietly ” Is there anything to eat out here?”
I shushed her and lay her inert body on the ground near Frisky. ” So the rats rule the roost do they? Here’s one that doesn’t and the other one is next.”
“Sorry Oscar” said Frisky ” you’re obviously still in charge.”
“Right”I said “I’ll leave this as a gift for my Longlegs” and carried Penny back inside. My jaw was relieved when I was able to set her down. It’s obvious rats don’t do diets. As a thank you I got two grapes from the room for food and brought them to the cage. I saw Rat 1 say thanks and start to eat while Penny ran with hers to the base to hide it and then come back to the top.”Come on Amy” she said, “share with me, after all, I was the one who went out.”
“Yes” said Amy “you did” and handed over her grape. Penny started eating and Amy ran down to get the one Penny had hidden to eat herself. “Oh , you’ve got another one ” said Penny, “that’s good.”
“Truce over Ladies ” I said, “from now on I’m the Superior round here and if you behave there’ll be more food. I left them eating their grapes.

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Strange Start to the Day.

3/4/2012

Something strange is going on. I can’t quite put my paw on it but my whiskers are bristling and that’s a sure sign. Of course it could also mean that a great wet is coming from the sky as well, but I don’t think it’s that.

We all know I creep into this room once my ‘The Him’ has left so I can leave a note for all my fans out there who understand how to treat Superiors and like to know what I’m doing.

Let me start by saying I got up this morning and all seemed fine, well as fine as it can be with two interlopers in the house. I refuse to call them guests since I certainly didn’t invite them. There really are times when the Longlegs shouldn’t be allowed out on their own. Still, I’m sure I got my message across to them the other day and they won’t tangle with me in a hurry. Anyway, I was up. I didn’t feel like walking in the direction of the lounge just then so I thought I’d pay a little visit to my ‘The Him’. I was shocked to find he was already up too and working on the writing box that I ‘borrow’ to speak to you all. As I got closer I could hear him huffing and puffing as his fingers tapped harder and harder. P L E A S E S T O P S E N D I N G M E H O R O S C O P E S he stamped out saying it out loud as he wrote. I have no idea what they are but anything starting with horror can’t be good. He saw me and leaned down “Hello Oscar old boy” he said, “do you want your breakfast?” And without being asked too.

He carried my dishes through the lounge to the food room, passing by the cage with the rats as I followed him. He put the thing on that makes water hot and then instead of scratching my ears while we waited he took some crunchy things from a packet and went to feed the rats FIRST!! BEFORE ME!!!!!!! His paw was at a funny angle passing things through the bars and before I could warn him that he’d get pulled into the cage, one of them took the titbit from his pinched fingers as the other one got a grip on another finger with her teeth. I expected a squeal, either from him at the pain or her as he squashed her for her cheek, but no, he laughed and said “Patience Penny, yours is here” and gave her a treat. He’s obviously gone mad or they’ve hipnippertised him.

He did my dishes and gave me breakfast. Then I saw him put some bread on to brown for himself and make himself a drink. He carried my dishes through and I left him to his meal while I had mine. As I came back there he was feeding them the crusty bits. I left in disgust and went to see my ‘The Her’.

I had just settled down when my ‘The Him’ came through with a drink and a plate of browned bread. “Thank you Dear ” she told him, “but please take it through to the lounge and I’ll join you there so I can feed the girls the crusts.” He swivelled round and headed back saying “Righto my Dear”. The world has gone rat mad. Do they not know these are rodents in the house of a Superior? It’s unheard of, or at least it should be.

After a little nap I went through to ‘borrow’ the writing box to tell you all of the indignities I’m suffering and there on the place where I tap I found hair. Rat hair, where I work. Please don’t tell me they’ve escaped. But I looked carefully about and couldn’t see them. I made my way to the lounge and there they were still caged up. I was just breathing a sigh of relief when they noticed me. One of them smirked while the other one just put her head down and crunched into a peanut shell. It was very unnerving.

I’ve come straight back through to tell you all about it as I don’t understand how these hairs got from that room to this and up onto the table where this box sits. If anyone has an answer please let me know, and if anyone would like two rats just let me know.

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Fair Play for Rats

30/3/2012

“Penny stop eating or you’ll explode, come over here and hold up this hook. That’s it, now I’ll just get through the gap and hold it from the other side so you can get through. Why would you want to get though? Well I thought you were going to help me put our side of the story here? Oh, you’d forgotten again. Right, just put down that peanut and hold this before someone comes.”

“Can’t I just take it with me wherever we”re going Amy”?

“Better not Penny since we don’t want to leave clues that we left home without Longlegs help.”

“Right Penny, we made it. This is the box I’ve seen the Longlegs use and also that smug cat who thinks he’s better than us. Him pretending to ignore us but I see those whiskers on the go twitching at our every move. OK now Penny. you have to listen. I need to press these buttons and will ask you to press some too. Yes, it’s important, and yes you can write the pretty words.”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “Penny, don’t lean on the letters please!”

HELP, we are two Lady Rats being held against our will inside a cat infested house. I know he will tell lies about us so that he doesn’t have to tell his friends we have taken his place in the affection of the Longlegs.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx “Penny, get your tummy off the keyboard please!”
To resume….. You will no doubt hear that we took a piece from his tail which is not true. He was leaning on our home and licking his lips when my sister decided to see if she could get him through the bars-as she does with everything- and had to get a good grip with her teeth to allow her to brace herself with her hands. No malice intended. I want the world to be aware that we are not here by choice and that I was caught on the last dash for freedom I made.
“Penny Dear, don’t try and eat that please, you’ll cut off the electrickers we need to send this message.”
To resume…… Please disregard anything the cat says about us until you’ve heard our side of the story but be prepared for squeals if he attempts to make a meal of us. His squeals I mean. But, if you want to rescue us from this environment, we’ll be most grateful.
“Yes Penny, I know you’re hungry, we can go back now. You just write the pretty words at the end and sign it.!
HALP US PLAESE
LOVE FORM
PENI NAD AMI.

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Tale of a Tail.

28./3/2012 2

I really don’t understand. I have given the rats Penny and Amy ( stupid names in my opinion. They should be called Ratty and Another Ratty ) space to settle in. I have treated them with disdain when I’ve walked by the cage and no-one could suspect I may eventually have other plans for them. Mmmm, dinner.

Anyway, I confess that curiosity got the better of me. This morning I went to the cage
(Hmph, they even warrant their own luxury quarters. This has to be brought to an end). , lifted my self on my rear legs and put my paws on the edge of the table. One of them, Amy I think by her darker colouring, came forward and was almost nose to nose with me at the cage. Her nose was twitching to get the smell of my superiority no doubt, when I felt a tug at my tail. I know I have a habit of waving it about when something catches my interest. But my interest is not supposed to catch my tail. I looked down and there was Penny trying to pull my tail in through the bars, probably intending to pull the rest of me through with it. As a Superior (THE Superior actually) I did not scream when I felt the grip she had on me with those ratty teeth. But, there was no way I could allow this state of affairs to continue. Not in my own house.

Gritting my teeth together I told Amy than if Penny didn’t desist I would make a meal of her. I didn’t think she understood but after a moments pause ( nearly said paws then)
I heard her say to Penny, ” Stop sister. no point in making an enemy of this cat and I doubt he’s edible anyway”.
THIS CAT !!!! Who does she think she’s talking about.
But Penny looked up at her sister and released the tail reluctantly. “But I liked playing with it” she said.
“I shall overlook this incident” I told them both, “but you’d better be prepared for war if you ever do that again”.
Swinging my tail round, I licked it clean at the point where the teeth had been without showing that more than just my pride was a little hurt. I mustered all my dignity and turning round, walked away.

My first job after I’ve checked my food dishes is to see whether any of the gang know of a good recipe for Rats. Not that I shall mention why. I would never live it down. They already wonder why there are two rats in the house as If I’m not the Superior who makes these decisions. I had to lie and say I wanted the Longlegs to have company while I was away. But now I think my Longlegs deserve a short sharp lesson for putting me in this position. I think some claws extended massage is due tonight in the pretense of settling down on their knees..

Oscar making sure I know my chair is actually his.

Oscar making sure I know my chair is actually his.

Bernie's playtime in and out of sleeves. Coming for a kiss.

Bernie’s playtime in and out of sleeves. Coming for a kiss.

 

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Microfiction #writephoto: Losing it

For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto writing prompt.   Turn off the lights, the priest muttered in his head. Turn off the damn lights! The church had been refurbished and modernised against his…

Source: Microfiction #writephoto: Losing it

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Usurpers

12/3/2012

I have returned from my holiday to find I have been usurped. In a large cage in pride of place are two animals that should never be seen in the home of a self respecting cat like myself. RATS of all things. Worse still the longlegs have tried to humanize them by giving them names, Penny and Amy. I ask you, who gives names like that to rodents?

I am trying to rise above the situation by pretending I don’t see them or better still that I am ignoring them. After all I don’t want anyone to think senility is setting in…..which it obviously is with my longlegs. How dare they bring these creatures into my home after all the years I spent hunting them as pests and now they drop an ‘S’ and call them pets. Absolutely ridiculous.

It is a little funny though that I can walk into the room and watch them eyeing me up to see if I’m about to pounce. They stop whatever they’re doing to watch me as I studiously pretend to ignore them. hey’re quite funny really and from the corner of my eye I can see their antics. Penny is a thief of any food that isn’t nailed down and in that I include anything that happens to be in her sisters hands at the time. This morning I saw her fly down the ramp from the penthouse carrying a peanut in it’s shell. She deposited it on the ground floor in her cache then shot back up her ladder to the first floor to see if there was anything for her from the longlegs, No? So she shot straight up the ramp to the penthouse and pinched the nut that Amy was trying to open. That also went down the ramps to the store leaving neither of them with anything to eat until those silly longlegs gave them another one each. And how undignified the longlegs are with their constant
” Hello beautiful Penny, who’s a pretty girl” etc. when in fact I’m the beautiful one around here and they should be giving me treats and hugs now I’m back.

I believe a few sessions of missing my litter tray are in order to regain me some attention or the gang will be laughing at me soon. I think I may also train the rats to co-operate with me in a finger nibbling session when the longlegs place their hands near. I will leave them in peace in exchange for that and the longlegs will see I’m the one they need to take care of from now on.

Teatime for rats.

Teatime for rats.

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Take a Deep Breath…….

Since Wednesday it’s felt like the wind has been taken from my sails, the breath forced from my lungs. I’ve sat here stunned, unable to write or even to comment on friends blogs though I have read them carefully to gauge their reactions. It may be that I’ve cultivated a particular kind of friend or it may be that the reactions are pretty  much the same across the board but what I read is pretty much the same, shock !

Some will say MYOB since I’m neither American or living in that country but I feel there are world wide repercussions to the election. But, let’s start with the election itself. I’ve never known an election to match this one before where it became such a cult of personality. Insults and accusations were thrown rather than policies discussed. As far as Trump goes, he didn’t seem to be comfortable discussing any of his policies, instead preferring to make grand statements as to what was going to happen like his wall to separate the US from Mexico and with insults to Mexico by saying he’d make them pay for it.

OK, by now we’ve all heard the rhetoric and don’t need repeats. On Wednesday we heard the results. Trump had won. Possibly as big a shock to him as it was to the rest of the world. The American public had spoken. Not just a Republican in the White House but also  control of the Senate and the House and no doubt the judiciary soon too. I don’t know if this is a backlash against the Democrats or against the idea of a female President but this result opened a Pandora’s box of only lightly repressed emotions. It’s been years since I saw such hate, such racism expressed there with the KKK even parading their cowardly selves on the streets and offering their support to the new President.

And him, the man himself who had stirred up much of that negative emotion is now starting to sound a little softer. He’ll change once he’s in the job I’m told. But will he? This is a man who was known for his dubious business practices even before trying for high office. Is he to suddenly become honest now? Does that mean all those who vote for him expecting ‘The Wall’ to be built will now be disappointed? Will he rid the US of Obamacare as promised even though it owes more to the negative effect of Republican machinations in both Houses over the last 8 years that it’s as watered down as it is. At least it’s more pro the people than anything offered up by the Republicans.

It’s taken me  a few days to accept the fact that maybe some of the things Trump wants to do with taxation may help kick start some of the economy and thus jobs. But I wonder how many problems will be caused to the countries previously imported from. Then there are his Foreign policies like withdrawing the US from NATO. I’m told it can never happen in reality but the mere fact of him expressing this as a wish is worrying as to his feelings about his foreign allies.

Yesterday I was told not to worry as Mike Pence would be taking over and Trump taking a background role. This in itself is quite worrying as Pence believes ‘Gays’ can be cured with a course of ECT. That anyone could walk round believing that is odd, that a supposedly educated man like a VP thinks it is definitely strange. And of course with Pence in charge what happens to other rights like abortion, the woman’s right to dictate what happens to her own body?

Since Wednesday there have been incidents of women (girls) being attacked and having their hijabs dragged to remove them. They must have been in fear for their lives. There have been homophobic incidents and of course the call to have all gay marriages abolished. Only California seems to be trying to uphold the right of the citizen, especially the minorities while it calls (humorously?) to secede from the Union.

All in all, I’m scared of what America has become during this week though I suspect the underlying problem of racism and bigotry must have been there. The country that declares itself the leader of the free world is not living  up to it’s promise. What it can live up to for the next four years we have to wait and see but given what Republicans have shown themselves capable of it makes me shudder. Trump is not a good man taking on this heavy mantle, he’s a bad man, a spoiled rich man who worked hard to get there. Will anyone be able to exercise control?

I’m ill at the moment and it’s making me restrict my time on the computer. No comment does not mean I don’t care about what you write, only that I cannot comment on all so will try to be fair across the board.

Hugs to all and fingers crossed for a great week.

PS. To all members of the Sufi sect of Islam. I feel for you as yet again you are made the target of hate by intolerant fundamentalist sects/terrorists. Your expression through dance and poetry is quite beautiful and yet these hatemongers would send killers to bend you to their will. May Allah recognise that they are not his children and cast them all to the wilderness with no hope of a reward for a life well lived. I express my sorrow to all the families of those hurt by this slaughter and to the whole of the Sufi sect I say, do not bend the knee to these monsters, you are far above them.

Hugs Hugs

 

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The Present and one from the Past- Oscar on Love. A lesson for the kittens.

The Present.

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One From the Past.

10/11/2011

Words have power. Some words have more power than others and the one I want to talk about today is the most powerful of all. LOVE. This single word can raise emotions so strong….well, strong enough to start wars if what I heard from the Longlegs is true. Though in truth, I wonder whether they share the same meaning that we do.

We love our partners. I know that it may not seem that way sometimes when some of us take advantage of and she-cat we can find who’s receptive. But that’s the nature of Toms. I would always be there for my partner and don’t believe in tom-catting around.

We love our kittens. They carry our genes through the generations and our memories through life. We protect them and guide them and teach them. Hopefully we teach them the right way of things.

We love our friends. They are there when we have hard times and they are there for us when it counts. Yes, even Ginger who doesn’t carry a single thought of worth between his ears but is a faithful companion….mostly.

I’m going to dare to say it now, even though many may think it wrong. We can love our Longlegs too. Strange creatures as they are they can be endearing. You don’t have to explain to me that they are not of our species or that their sole purpose in life is to take care of us. Nor that they may not share our concept of love, and oft times it seems they do not as they seem to cause pain to each other to judge by the reactions of my ‘The Him’ when one of the she’s of the species comes at him with a needle. And I know that many of the hims tom-cat around with the hers as well. Maybe they shouldn’t be judged by our high morals.

What we should do is admit when we feel that sense of belonging that tells us we feel love for our Longlegs. I confess to that feeling myself. Yes, I know. I often complain when my meals are late but as a Superior I should do that in order to train them. But when I get my ‘The Him’ off his sleeping place some early lights it’s because I want his company and the comfort of a stroke. The fact that he complies, even though he moans, shows me that it’s possible he loves me in his own way, which I agree in my case is natural, but I believe he wishes to please me more than just a servant would.

When I go to sleep alongside my ‘The Her’, or she who cannot be woken, I get a real sense of pleasure. And when she awakes the first action she often performs is to reach out to stroke my head and say “Good morning Oscar” with real devotion.

The opposite side of this coin, to paraphrase a Longlegs, is the feeling one gets when told “I don’t love you.” Now I can’t speak from experience here as it’s obvious everyone should and does love me, but not dogs, but I’m told of the power to diminish one that those words hold. They can crush. And yet they are just words. Which brings me neatly back to my first statement. Words have power. It is my suggestion that you think before you use them, and use them well. Use them for good. Use them to reinforce your affection and don’t be shy. Use them to show you love all members of your species no matter where from, Persia, Egypt and even the Isle of Man. Use them to show your Longlegs appreciation.

Have a Great Week. Good Luck on Tuesday if you’re in the U.S. Humongous Hugs to you all.

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An Open Letter to the Disunited UK.

I’m depressed. There, the cat’s out of the bag. But depression isn’t the feeling of self pity many people will claim it is, and not something you can pull yourself together from as some will tell you to do. The days of the father in a working class home telling you to get on with it are far in the past as these days those fathers have tasted it too.

Why am I depressed? Well I’m suddenly having to re-evaluate so much I thought I knew about my country and the people in it. Some are people I thought I knew, and others are those I thought I could trust.  When Brexit came about David Cameron left his post as Prime Minister because he had been a staunch Bremain supporter. The competition started for a replacement and I wasn’t too worried when a Bremain supporter won as she promised the people’s will would be done. I was glad of that. Friends have pointed out that the Brexit win was small and would not have been accepted abroad. I have said that since it’s within the law here it should stand. However, my condition has meant that I’ve cut myself off from much of what has happened since and it’s that which has made things so much worse.

I have not heard many of the speeches of our new Prime Minister but listening to friends it seems she has made remarks that are homophobic and some which are racist. Polish people that have lived in the UK for years are leaving in large numbers as they no longer feel welcome here yet they have greatly contributed to our society. Newspapers (gutter press) attack celebrities for their opinions, even if those opinions are mistaken attacks are not necessary. Errors of judgement can be pointed out nicely. In one instance Lily Allen was mocked because the boy she cried over was shown to be the son of an Afghanistan Warlord’s Officer. The fact that the father is resident in the UK and had been granted asylum then promptly went back home on holiday seemed to cause not the slightest worry. The child was just that, a child and not responsible for his father’s actions.

What’s sickening is the bile that people spew over twitter at people like Gary Linekar and Lily Allen for caring. That we as a country should be making life uncomfortable for those immigrants who have worked here for years is shameful, especially telling them if they don’t like it they can go home. They are home! That we should be fighting to avoid having genuine refugees  is also shameful even though I do believe that there is a limit as to the number we can take, or at least there was before we started making it difficult for hard working Poles, Germans and others to be here. Again, I feel we have to be able to set limits on immigration and free movement, as a Brexiteer that’s partly why I voted as I did. But, I know we need immigration as we have always done, and without it the hotel industry and others would collapse and our hospitals would be much worse off. Even though I feel a need to cap the numbers because we are after all a small island, I bear no hate  for anyone wanting to come here unless they wish my country harm. Another reason in my book to be vigilant as to who comes in.

I’m told that the Prime Minister is not showing support for minority groups and has in essence seemed to be xenophobic to incomers and unwelcoming to those already here. That has to stop. Now. Prime Minister she may be but she is still supposed to represent the people and I don’t for one minute feel she has the majority on her side. The people of the UK owe much to those that have settled here in the main and must start behaving in a civilised way and stop acting like a group of right wing Nazis. The hate must stop or we shall be back in Germany in the 1930’s. For the truly ignorant amongst us, and I know they are there let me say this, all those jobs the immigrants do that you don’t want to do will be yours if you force them to leave. Think about it. No more complaining at the job centre that there are no jobs, Johnny foreigner has taken them all. They’ll be waiting for you. PLAY NICE.

I want to be proud of my country again. Be kind to those without. Be nice to those in need. Welcome those that join us from places where we’ve destroyed their homes in wars we helped start. We’re going to leave the EU not leave Europe. We will still have the same neighbours and no doubt you’ll want to holiday on one of the Costas sooner or later. Don’t take a bad reputation with you, show we can still be friends. One day we might need each other again. Try not to make me ashamed as I have been in the past with football hooligans. Please learn to live and let live.

Hugs

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A Halloween Treat.

I guess this is the theme tune for tonight…….

 

Have fun everybody but watch out for all those ghouls and goblins.

Huge Hugs

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