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"Cassy? Here kitty!" he called, "oh no, where's she gone now? I hope she's not stuck on the roof again."

But Cassy was not on the roof. She was, in fact, watching the opening performance of Puccini's Madama Butterfly in Milan's La Scala opera house in 1904.

She'd come back to the present for dinner soon. Sadly, her human friend had no idea of the irony that a time traveller was often late because her furry wrist was too small to wear a watch.

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(I'd say that this is where she was at that very moment but that would not be technically true. After all, from Cassy's perspective, that very moment would not actually happen for over a century.)

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