Edy hates Currie. Oooooooh, yes he does. While he told me it was OK if
I wanted a cat, he would have nothing to do with her, and to be advised that if she did something to anger him he
may try to jettison her out a window. Below is photographic evidence that in fact, Edy just
hates that darn cat:

Giving Currie a driving lesson on the way to Victoria for Heather and James' wedding.

Having a discussion about her general badness at the window.

Currie in a paper bag, a present from Edy.

Currie on her new scratching post, which Edy bought off Craigslist and carried home to the West End on Skytrain and bus from somewhere around 12th and Commercial.