Cats Always Made Up To The People

I Would Not Be At All Surprised To Find That It Was For Gold That Cain Committed The First Murder. (it Happened A Very Long Time Ago, And Holy Writ, Though No Doubt Divinely Inspired, Is A Trifle Careless About Details. God Is Not A Historian).

When Emotion Supersedes Reason ... Gullibility Must Follow.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

Nothing Looks As Self-satisfied As A Contented Cat.

There Was No Warning, Not Even A Knock. The Door Flew Open, And He Forgot His Present Aches And Pains In Anticipation Of What Lay In Store. The Figure That Stood In The Door Was Not That Of An Enemy. It Was Worse. It Was His Mother.