But housekeeping is fun. It is one job where you enjoy the results right along as you work. You may work all day washing and ironing, but at night you have the delicious feeling of sunny clean sheets and airy pillows to lie on. If you clean, you sit down at nightfall with the house shining and faintly smelling of wax, all yours to enjoy right then and there. And if you cook—that creation you lift from the oven goes right to the table.

Happiness is a thing of now.

Nothing makes a house cozier than cats.

I know of nothing to compare with the welcome a dog gives you when you come home.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past.

Most cats feel that bird-catching is their duty; the instinct goes back to prehistoric times. Amber keeps in practice by chasing moths.

Christmas is a kindling of new fires.