All cat stories start with this statement: "My mother, who was the first cat, told me this...
Shirley JacksonOn the moon we wore feathers in our hair, and rubies on our hands. On the moon we had gold spoons.
Shirley JacksonI was pretending that I did not speak their language; on the moon we spoke a soft, liquid tongue, and sang in the starlight, looking down on the dead dried world.
Shirley Jackson