If I Had Been A Little Dog

There Was No Last Animal I Treated. When Young Farm Lads Started To Help Me Over The Gate Into A Field Or A Pigpen, To Make Sure The Old Fellow Wouldn't Fall, I Started To Consider Retiring.

I Have Felt Cats Rubbing Their Faces Against Mine And Touching My Cheek With Claws Carefully Sheathed. These Things, To Me, Are Expressions Of Love.

No Animal Is A Better Judge Of Comfort Than A Cat.

I Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much – In Just Standing And Staring.

They Can't Find My House Now Because I Keep It Very Quiet Where I Live.