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So, Emily has now moved into the Gallery in place of Mary, and brought her cat Woody with her.
It's funny; based on my experience of previous cat-owning households, not least my own six-month cat-co-ownership in mid-2001, I had formed a strong opinion that if a house had a cat in it it made a major difference to the, well, personality of the house and would be one of the first things you noticed on setting foot through the door. But the Gallery, as far as I could tell when I visited it yesterday, seems to have largely taken the change in its stride.
This is probably partly due to the cat himself, who is very much the way I always saw cats before trying to keep one myself. He seems largely indifferent to the humans around the place, with the slight but not excessive exception of Emily; he isn't a timid cat who will hide in another room to avoid social gatherings, or a sociable cat who will deliberately come and say hello to people, he's an unconcerned cat who will not let the presence of people stop him from wandering into the room in the pursuit of doing his own thing, but if he does he will pay them no attention and wander off again when he feels like it. As such he has rather less impact on the normal social processes than I'd have expected.