First steps, on little cat feet.

So here we are on the warming side of an arctic winter, about to embark to North African spring -- as Emma Nour  told me on the phone last night, adroitly checking her screen, temps in Tiaret tomorrow, 56 degrees.  I mean how far away can a place be if we know how warm it is already?  I asked what three things to look for in Algeria.  She said "the house is nice and there might be a cat there and you'll eat very well."   Djelloul's sister, Fatmah, was terrified of the creatures till one dropped over the garden wall and EN, age 6, maybe, and perishing for a cat, claimed him and would not let him go.    The aunt's heart melted.  Tata Fatmah, awaiting us in Tiaret, is now fond of cats.


Someone must have overheard.  We have a little persuading to do.