I Admire Your Capacity For Admiring.

It's Healthy To Say Uncle When Your Bone's About To Break.

Walter Had Never Liked Cats. They'd Seemed To Him The Sociopaths Of The Pet World, A Species Domesticated As An Evil Necessary For The Control Of Rodents And Subsequently Fetishized The Way Unhappy Countries Fetishize Their Militaries, Saluting The Uniforms Of Killers As Cat Owners Stroke Their Animals' Lovely Fur And Forgive Their Claws And Fangs. He'd Never Seen Anything In A Cat's Face But Simpering Incuriosity And Self-interest; You Only Had To Tease One With A Mouse-toy To See Where It's True Heart Lay...cats Were All About Using People

Deploring Other People--their Lack Of Perfection--had Always Been Our Sport.

You See More Sitting Still Than Chasing After.

There Is, After All, A Kind Of Happiness In Unhappiness, If It's The Right Unhappiness.