That's what i mean about cats. they're always trying to make fools of us humans.
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Like any normal cat Madame Phloi lived by the Rule of Three. She resisted any innovation three times before accepting it, tackled an obstacle three times before giving up, and tried each activity thre...
Cats are cats . . . the world over!These intelligent, peace-loving, four-footed friends- who are without prejudice, without hate, without greed- may someday teach us something.-James Mackintosh Qwille...
Shoehorn?
What a touching domestic scene! I suppose the demographers have you classified as an untraditional family: one man, two cats. One man, two animal companions, he corrected her.
One should be able to say anything to a close friend, he reflected, and yet part of friendship was knowing what not to say and when not to say it,
Meanwhile, news has been leaked to the press that the Hero of Drummond Street will be pictured on the cover of a national magazine, nude.
His wise parent disapproved of this uncatly conduct; it indicated a certain lack of character, and no good would come of it. By her own example she tried to guide him. When dinner was served she gave...
The cats were relaxing in a patch of sunlight on the rug without a thought in their sleek brown heads. What matter to them that it was Sunday-or even Thursday? Every day was Today in their scheme of t...
You know what they say: All Welshmen sing. All Scots are thrifty. All Englishmen have stiff upper lips. And all Irishmen write plays.
Then one day he sent her a single long-stemmed rose with the famous Hfez of Shrz poem that you probably know. She recited the lines from the thirteenth-century poem: Give never the wine bowl from thy...
Phut Phat knew, at an early age, that humans were an inferior breed. They were unable to see in the dark. They ate and drank unthinkable concoctions. And they had only five senses; the pair who lived...
In mid-morning, Qwilleran set out from the barn carrying a baker’s box tied with red plaid ribbon. He said goodbye to the cats, told them where he was going, and estimated when he would return. The mo...
He agreed with Francis Bacon: Old friends to trust, old wood to burn, old authors to read.
The Madame deplored fat men. They had no laps, and of what use is a lapless human? Nevertheless, she gave him the common courtesy of a sniff at his trouser cuffs and immediately backed away, twitching...
Mickey Maus, William was saying, is a nut about butter. The only time he ever lost his cool was when we were having a small brunch and we were down to our last three pounds of butter. He panicked.
I’m a gypsy at heart, Qwilleran said. Home is where I hang my toothbrush and where the cats have their commode. See you tonight.
I only know that a wise man once said three hundred years ago that money is like muck; it doesn’t do any good unless you spread it around.