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Life without cats would be boring and joyless.

You people are all over in all places at once. Cats, on the contrary, always in itself.

Aunt Faina cat its called, not every a woman so your man will be called, the spirit is not enough, and the man at those words and did not know the reason for the weakness of the center in the skull, which is responsible for love rhymes.

Other people's cat's eye everywhere, they, like the stars in the sky, don't leave people alone. For cats people's lives like television.

Cat is good. They say nothing and do nothing without having.

A cat wandered between the tables, representing a big hungry kitty with huge imploring eyes. Hungry served compassionate, big - all the rest.

The call of the wild is a hysterical cry.

The cats were dodgy. However, it still about what does not said: she's kind, she even breathes like secretly stealing the air.

Cat Alex just had a baby and I was sitting on the porch and looked at the kittens. And I had a revelation! Without drugs! The kittens fur was so soft, like the softness of the whole world gathered at one point. So soft that when I closed my eyes, I wasn't sure what touching him. I took the gray cat, it was called Happiness, and held to the ear. I felt the warmth of her little body and heard her incredibly gentle purr. Then she poked my ear, and I was overcome with the feeling that I wanted to open up to the world. It was better than a drug trip, a thousand, a million, a trillion times better! It was so real! This softness was not a hallucination - the sounds of the night, the noise of cars, the chirping of crickets... It was all really.

After some time he slowly began, furtively, to sneak ahead with a thoughtful frown of bafflement on her face - like a leopard, which I'm not quite sure what you just saw half a mile ahead, on a hot and dusty Prairie, a half-empty jar of "Whiskas".

Women and cats always do as they please. Men and dogs remains only to relax and to accept this state of Affairs.

- Why did I not meet?
- Sleeping on my manuscript. I wanted to work, but I have not dared to disturb him.
Nikritina looked at me, frightened: not crazy if her husband with his cat?
The fact that I really felt for him. After all, the hardest thing in life to do nothing, and he writes, not rehearsed, does not read Newspapers, does not happen in the movie... Poor cat!

Cats are attached to sad people.

Socratous! Your filled yard Shine, the life of Lovelace and the sybarite broke two years later, in the same way that she broke your famous namesake - you were poisoned, but not by Hemlock, but rather some kind of communal poison which scattered the killer of sanitation for all bins and doorways... Since you became immortalized in the paintings of the mistress, appearing in them inadvertently, in the background, the legs of people, chairs and sofas, riding some kind of cat- all the same: full of dignity, platinum Salizada on the sides, with bushy whiskers of the inspector on especially important issues, the Socratous, Socratous!...