For he is an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
You’re not shooting the cat. It would leave a mess.
It’s a small world.” . . . “When you put it in a cemetery it is.
I can sing!” I say defensively adding, “Like a choking cat.
Vicious,” came Vlad’s reply, amusement clear in his tone.
I got him a cool gift. I got him a pack of razors, and a really furry dead cat.
Quick, how do you pick up a cat?””Buy her a drink.
Bring me liquor, Bones, fast, to take my foot out of my mouth.Cat to Bones
The cat’s manner of rejection was like cold, white light.
My love does not entail a tail. But my cat’s does.
…you don’t care because you’re all that and I’m just an artery in a dress.
Bastard hits harder than a fucking freight train.”I just smiled. “I know.
I’m like a stray cat. If you feed me, I don’t leave.
Love is meant to be felt, like a cat. I’m meowing for your affection.