Character: Gwen Cooper

And then I pierced another thought: here is a creature who has nothing to give except his love; it only remains to find someone who would accept her, this love, but find I cannot - this idea struck me as painfully sad.

In a new phase of my life gradually came an Epiphany: the word "salary" comes from the word "sorry".

In me stirred a vague suspicion - subconsciously, of course, level, that, to the extent that, like change itself, what seemed to you an accomplishment of some three years ago, you're new so it does not seem.

But the perseverance can only envy: whatever he came across a bowl of water or incorrectly calculated the height, leaping onto a chair, whatever was beating on the leg of the table, forgetting about her, he continued to go forward. He seemed to be saying to myself: "There is on the other side of the barriers, there is a place I must go there waiting for me feats that without me nobody can do." In search of that place and tossed our hero. Moreover, he even invented my own characters and wrote their myths about the gods. Why? Then, the myths and the need to explain the unexplainable. He was Odysseus. And he was a blind storyteller, who invented the Odyssey and life to him seemed endless epic because of the boundaries he simply didn't see.

When the family has a pet, you think that in the history of your life he will be a character of the second plan. In our case, I already began to seem that in the history of his life character of the second plan, I will.

Its share and so has fallen a lot, the other for a lifetime would be enough, but everyone should have something or someone for whom you can cling to.

Looking at the kitten in his hands, I suddenly realized that not the eyes are the mirror in which are reflected all the feelings and thoughts. They are passed near eye muscles. They raise and lower the corners that collect around the eyes wrinkles joyful surprise and give them a menacing squint. And let the eyes the kitten was not, but the muscles were intact. According to him, his eyes would now be half-closed, and the expression I was extremely familiar - it often appears on the muzzles of my cats an expression of complete contentment. With what ease he had felt that expression was a good sign: everyone was talking about the fact that, despite the incident, in his little cat soul lived faith that he'll find another place - a place where it will be warm and calm.

When you find yourself in a hopeless situation, anyway, which are regarded as such by the people with rational, sober mind, and nothing good will not wait, and suddenly everything turns for the best, you call that a miracle. There are the lucky ones who see miracles every day. This book is for those who are able to see the miracle as well as for those who disbelieved and thinks that miracles are not for him; for all who love cats and those who consider themselves hardened "by cotoneaster"; for those who believe that "the norm" and "ideal" are one and the same, and for those who know that sometimes stepping back from what is considered "normal", you can really enrich your life.

My heart comes from the fact that if our world has many worlds, the best of them, Homer would have found just one week before, and then an eye infection from the stage of "serious" never escalated to a stage "incurable". But then is better than ours, the world of Homer never would have entered my life.

"What a pity." - often hear to me, when people find out that at two months of age Homer had lost his sight. To which I immediately respond: "Show me more cheerful cat, and I just for watching! - just to give you a hundred dollars." But that amount still has not encroached. "Yes, but how does it... um... comes out?" is usually followed by a question. "Four - I say, - just like any other healthy cat."

This cat, who feels a flake of tuna from three rooms down from her; a cat that shoots five feet in height to shoot down on a fly buzzing fly. And this despite the fact that any jump from the back of a chair or table top is a jump at random across the chasm. Chasing a ball along the corridor - it is an act that conceals the real courage. And for any conquered peak, be it curtain or kitchen counter, for any offer of friendship to a stranger, for each step made on a whim in a black void of the world around you - courage. No dog, no cane, no special markings to warn about the size and the degree of danger that lie ahead, it does not. My other cats, glancing out the window, know that the world in which they live, there are limits; these limits and their limited knowledge of the universe. The world in which he lives Homer, boundless and inexhaustible for knowledge. Any room, wherever he went, contains a great many unknown variables with your own content, and even is infinity. But, with only a speculative idea about the ratio of time and space, somehow Homer escapes outside of both.

More recently, Homer has become to master this important new skill, like going to the toilet. Why at the age of twelve years old he took it into his head to add this trick to have available to him in reserve to smile today, I won't tell you. <...> his Last achievement in this field came quite by accident: once, barely awake, I usually went to the bathroom. Clicking a switch, I found that the place is already taken... teetering on the edge of his seat by Homer.
- I'm sorry, ' I said automatically, still being half-asleep. And only gently closed the door behind him, he thought: "what is This?".

Indeed, it is necessary to possess rich imagination to cover the whole range of acts - from petty mischief to acts of vandalism - which is capable of his own cat for a single working day. However, if there's one valuable life lesson I've learned from Homer, he teaches the following: fill your time just standing projects.

When in your house, I live with three cats, you very quickly learn to hide all more or less decent things in sight, otherwise, coat them with then no end, and almost from the doorstep to dive into something that was not intended for prying eyes.