Cats Are Connoisseurs Of Comfort.

I Will Write Another Book If I Feel Like It.

For Years I Used To Bore My Wife Over Lunch With Stories About Funny Incidents.

There Was No Last Animal I Treated. When Young Farm Lads Started To Help Me Over The Gate Into A Field Or A Pigpen, To Make Sure The Old Fellow Wouldn't Fall, I Started To Consider Retiring.

I Wish People Would Realize That Animals Are Totally Dependent On Us, Helpless, Like Children, A Trust That Is Put Upon Us.

I Became A Connoisseur Of That Nasty Thud A Manuscript Makes When It Comes Through The Letter Box.