A Farmer Once Told Me One Of

If A Farmer Calls Me To A Sick Animal, He Couldn't Care Less If I Were George Bernard Shaw.

No Animal Is A Better Judge Of Comfort Than A Cat.

I Have Felt Cats Rubbing Their Faces Against Mine And Touching My Cheek With Claws Carefully Sheathed. These Things, To Me, Are Expressions Of Love.

At Times It Seemed Unfair That I Should Be Paid For My Work; For Driving Out In The Early Morning With The Fields Glittering Under The First Pale Sunshine And The Wisps Of Mist Still Hanging On The High Tops.

I Think It Was The Fact That I Liked It So Much That Made The Writing Just Come Out Of Me Automatically.