Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.

The Way To Get On With A Cat Is To Treat It As An Equal - Or Even Better, As The Superior It Knows Itself To Be.

But The Dust! And The Clutter! My Housewifely And Scholarly Instincts Were Equally Offended.

A Lady Cannot Be Blamed If A Master Criminal Takes A Fancy To Her.

The Only Way To Do It Is To Do It: By Writing, Writing, Writing.