Book: The door into summer. Page 1

However, the real Pete the cat - he prefers to walk on the street and remain convinced that if you try all the doors, one of them must be a Door into Summer. And you know... I think he's right.

When you are only eleven, thirty years is not just "long". It is - forever.

Good companions come across pretty damn rare.

And on Mondays, I like to head a little bit buzzed: it helps to remember what day of the week.

Yes, and I would not dare to touch him when he howls, without the prior "negotiation": when the cat is nervous, it should be handled as with fulminate of mercury.

It is necessary to praise the child and you would be friends with the mother.

Borrow - like swimming with a stone about his neck...

Inflation is inherent in any public system when it occurs.

Have you ever tried to discuss with the teenager the subject that he does not want to talk? Use the same as screaming under water.

A cat is not a dog, its in the wrong hands will not give up.

While I was looking for a place to stick the car (L. A. is not threatened with occupation the invaders just can't find a Parking lot)...

That winter Pete made it a rule to come to my door, sniffing it, and to turn back. It see, not happy with the nasty white stuff covering the ground and all around. He began to pester me, so I opened the door to him a human, because he was convinced that at least one of the door and should open in the summer. So every time I had to get around with him all eleven doors and open them one by one, so he made sure that for each of them the same winter. And with every disappointment increased his dissatisfaction with me.
... when he got back, the ice on the feet pounded on the floor like shoes on a wooden sole. He fiercely looked at me and refuse to purr until he licked the ice, and then graciously forgive me - until the next time. But he never stopped looking for the Door into Summer.

He began to give me a mathematical justification of the theory of time and temporal displacement (he never used the phrase "time travel"), but the record was banned. However, in the records and so would not make sense, because every justification he preceded with the words: "Thus, it is obvious that..." - and move on to the things that are obvious only to him and God, but no one else.

But in my heart reigned winter.
I was healthy (except for the mighty hangover). I needed a few days to thirty years - I was in the juice. Neither the police nor the intelligence agencies nor angry husbands after me do not chase. The only thing that bothered me was it's incurable forgetfulness. But in my heart it was winter and I was looking for door into Summer.