‘When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn’t amusing herself with me more than I am with her?’
Speaking of cats…

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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time? View all posts by Vincent Mars
I’m sure the cat knows. Cats know everything.
What I find uncanny is that I have the suspicion cats know that they know everything.
that’s great :D. who is the girl in the hat?
The girl in the hat is a most glorious conglomeration of mischievous atoms that I have discover a few days ago! I like her much and I think she likes me too.
I’ll send her my next poetical email!
PS: I still have a most suspicious suspicion that you’re a billionaire. (If you are, do donate money to charities from time to time!)
Cats have nine lives and we have only one. what chance then we have against their power, to play. So soft and comfortable, the cat meows and makes me feed her day after day..I am her master..no not me, cat is the mistress by the way 🙂
The cat is playing for a sucka. Every time.
Cats know and won’t tell. Unlike dogs, who can’t keep secrets.
We are a family kept by cats, I just know that we are being made to fit into some grand scheme of theirs!