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"Hodge who sits folded into himself and perfectly still, gazing with narrow golden eyes into the mid-distance - a tiny, plushy sphinx. He has a ball of a head, a body like a plump velvet teardrop, wide and innocent paws, a fat tail. 'Mrkgnao,' he cries, like the cat in Molly Bloom's basement, when he's hungry. He flops into sleep. 'Eck?' he says softly, if he half-wakes, 'eck?'"
- Nuala O'Faolain, Are You Somebody?
- Nuala O'Faolain, Are You Somebody?
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Date: 2008-10-31 02:02 am (UTC)Cats are love on four legs. (Richard Torregrossa)
God made the cat in order to give man the pleasure of petting the tiger. (Anonymous)
Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes less than themselves. (A.S.J. Tessimond)
Cats don't have to be put on pedestals - they put themselves there. (Anonymous
Here's the site
http://www.catscans.com/quotes.htm
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Date: 2008-10-31 09:36 am (UTC)(Does this count?)
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Date: 2008-10-31 10:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 02:03 am (UTC)http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1010.html
Did you know that Hodge was the name of Samuel Johnson's cat? he was a tabby.