I Became A Connoisseur Of That Nasty

I Hope To Make People Realize How Totally Helpless Animals Are, How Dependent On Us, Trusting As A Child Must That We Will Be Kind And Take Care Of Their Needs.

I Will Write Another Book If I Feel Like It.

I Think It Was The Beginning Of Mrs. Bond's Unquestioning Faith In Me When She Saw Me Quickly Enveloping The Cat Till All You Could See Of Him Was A Small Black And White Head Protruding From An Immovable Cocoon Of Cloth. He And I Were Now Facing Each Other, More Or Less Eyeball To Eyeball, And George Couldn't Do A Thing About It. As I Say, I Rather Pride Myself On This Little Expertise, And Even Today My Veterinary Colleagues Have Been Known To Remark, "old Herriot May Be Limited In Many Respects, But By God He Can Wrap A Cat.

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

It Was Sunday Morning (one A.m.), A Not Unusual Time For Some Farmers, After A Late Saturday Night, To Have A Look Round Their Stock And Decide To Send For The Vet.