...one Of The Ways In Which Cats

I Told The Good Father That If He And I Were Going In The Future To Some Wonderful Elysian Field And The Animals Were Not Going To Go Anywhere, That Was All The More Reason To Give Them A Little Better Shake In The One Life They Did Have.

The Facts Of Life Are Very Stubborn Things.

As Anyone Who Has Ever Been Around A Cat For Any Length Of Time Well Knows, Cats Have Enormous Patience With The Limitations Of The Human Mind. They Realize That, Whether They Like It Or Not, They Are Simply Going To Have To Put Up With What To Them Are Excruciatingly Slow Mental Processes, That We Humans Have Embarrassingly Low I.q.'s, And That Probably Because Of These Defects, We Have An Infuriating Inability To Understand, Let Alone Follow, Even The Simplist And Most Explicit Of Directions.

Opera Is Like A Husband With A Foreign Title: Expensive To Support, Hard To Understand, And Therefore A Supreme Social Challenge.

I Have Read A Great Deal About What Animals Dream, But None Of It Has Ever Really Satisfied Me. I Believe They Dream Exactly The Way We Dream, And About Everything In Their Lives--that They Have Good Dreams And Bad Dreams In Almost Direct Proportion, As We Do, To Whether Their Lives Have Been More Good Than Bad. Unfortunately, Because The Majority Of Animals Have It So Much Tougher Than We Do, I Believe That The Majority Of Dreams, Except In The Most Fortunate Petdom, Are Bad.