It Was Hate At First Sight, Clean,

Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The People Who Don't Like Them.

There Are Too Many People In The World As It Is, But The Supply Of Ancient Manuscripts Is Severely Limited.

I Do Not Scruple To Employ Mendacity And A Fictitious Appearance Of Female Incompetence When The Occasion Demands It.

If All Else Fails, We Will Simply Have To Drug Our Attendants, Overpower The Guards, Raise The Oppressed Peasants To Arms, And Take Over The Government.

The Cat Horus Shot Out From Under The Table And Headed For The Door, His Ears Flattened And His Tail Straight Out. There He Encountered Abdullah, Who Had Been Waiting For Us On The Verandah And Who Had, I Supposed, Been Alarmed By Emerson's Shouts And Hurried To Discover What Disaster Had Prompted Them. The Cat Got Entangled In Abdullah's Skirts And A Brief Interval Of Staggering (by Abdullah), Scratching (by Horus) And Swearing (by Both Parties) Ensued Before Horus Freed Himself And Departed.