There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Andrew SchweitzerBack on the ferry, I sip some vodka on the rocks and have a chat with God.
Me: (desperately) What the *
Tag: sailing cat novella lexis-de-rothschild
How about I let you floss with my jugular as well?
Jeaniene FrostTag: cat
I had learned that a dexterous, opposable thumb stood among the hallmarks of human success. We had maintained, even exaggerated, this important flexibility of our primate forebears, while most mammals had sacrificed it in specializing their digits. Carnivores run, stab, and scratch. My cat may manipulate me psychologically, but he'll never type or play the piano.
Stephen Jay GouldTag: science evolution carnivore cat thumb panda
You arrogant...” thrust through the stomach of a snapping zombie, twisting and using all my strength to cleave him in half “... over published...” wasn't going to work, it clawed at the blade, and my God, these things were tough, “...showy old bat...” Crack! There went my head into the wall. If I didn't have a split skull, I'd be amazed. “What are you waiting for? Aren't you the king of all bogeymen? The legend children fear will devour them if they don't behave?”
“Come on, Vlad, live up to your reputation! If you can't burn to death one Egyptian vampire chained to a wall, how did you ever drive the Turks from Romania?”
“You did it!”
“Of course, I'm Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?
Tag: cat kitten vlad night-huntress at-graves-end vlad-tepesh
Maybe I was worrying for nothing. Maybe it had just been casual for him, and I wouldn't even have to tell him it couldn't happen again. After all, the man was a couple hundred years older than me and a former gigolo. I certainly hadn't robbed him of his virginity.
Jeaniene FrostBONES: “I want you to promise me something. Promise me you’re not going to start running again.”
CAT: “No, I’m too tired to run, and you’re too fast. You’d only catch me.”
BONES: “That’s right, luv. If you run from me, I’ll chase you. And I’ll find you.
You once told me you could stand many things.” My voice was raspy from all the emotions battering against those well-honed inner defenses.
“So can I. I can stand whatever Apollyon dishes out, can take the bigotry from others over what I am, the freaky ghost juju from Marie, all the
craziness my mother can throw at me, and even the pain of my uncle dying. But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing
you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones”—here my words broke and tears spilled down my cheeks—“I wouldn’t
want to.”
He’d been near the side of the bed when I started talking, but was in my arms before the first tear fell. Very softly, his lips brushed over those wet
streaks, coming back pink from the drops still shimmering on them.
“No matter what happens, you will never lose me,” he whispered. “I am forever yours, Kitten, in this life or the next.
If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.
Peter S. BeagleWho knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?
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