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So after a good bit of effort I found a very nice person to housesit for a couple of months this summer while I fly on way too many airplanes. The whole reason for needing a housesitter is really to keep Mop company, since we acquired her in the first place because she was so plaintive about being a lonely deserted cat. Tonight the future housesitter came by for introductions. I cleaned up, got beer and chips, and the weather was gorgeous, so we sat out on the deck.
As I was explaining about Mop's delicate psyche and need for company, suddenly hideous cat shrieks rent the air.
"Surely the terrible catfighting, bird-killing cat who lives across the street," I assured him.
And then Mop wandered up with tufts of white fur sticking out from the claws on her black paws.

Nevertheless, he still took us on, but I'm pretty sure he's going to be a little careful with the Mop.