Because I’m a cat. A big one, the Panther of Rough Storms, in fact. But still a cat. If there’s a saucer of milk to spill, I’d rather spill it than let it lie. If my mistress grows absent-minded and leaves a ball of yarn about, I’ll bat it between my paws, and unravel it. Because it’s fun. Because it’s what cats do best.

But if you must be clever, then be clever. Be brave. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight.

You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

One can never be sure,” the Green Wind sighed. “There is always the danger of kisses where sleeping maids are concerned. But you are safe now, and for awhile yet, and why worry about a thing that may never come to pass? Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow.

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.

When the world changes, it stashes us away where we can't make it run the other way again.