| Well, this is quite a story. Partly sad, but still... Once upon a time there was a cat, called Tusse, who lived
in a florist's shop in my part of the city. That is, he slept there during daytime; at
night, he was out roaming the neighbourhood. No cat ever dared to defy him. Humans, on the
other hand, he was very fond of - a mutual feeling. He was a well-fed cat - not only did
the staff at the florist's feed him, many of his human admirers did give him a treat, too.
Unfortunately he got a bit bottom-heavy - or, should I say aft-heavy? Anyway, one sad day,
he didn't quite manage to cross the street, but was run over. He died instantly, and was
mourned by most of the inhabitants in our part of Lund. At that time, the then political
majority had managed to introduce local councils in Lund. One member of that council
suggested that a monument should be erected over Tusse. So happened - a fountain with a
stone carving of him. |
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A close-up of the fountain rim. |
