Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The

Money Was The Manure Of Politics.

In The Silence I Heard Bastet, Who Had Retreated Under The Bed, Carrying On A Mumbling, Profane Monologue. (if You Ask How I Knew It Was Profane, I Presume You Have Never Owned A Cat.)

Now, Mama, Papa, And Sir," Said Ramses, "please Withdraw To The Farthest Corner And Crouch Down With Your Backs Turned. It Is As I Feared; We Will Never Break Through By This Method. The Walls Are Eight Feet Thick. Fortunately I Brought Along A Little Nitroglycerin--" "oh, Good Gad," Shrieked Inspector Cuff.

I Would Not Be At All Surprised To Find That It Was For Gold That Cain Committed The First Murder. (it Happened A Very Long Time Ago, And Holy Writ, Though No Doubt Divinely Inspired, Is A Trifle Careless About Details. God Is Not A Historian).

The Approval Of A Cat Cannot But Flatter The Recipient.