Cats Are Connoisseurs Of Comfort.

I Am Never At My Best In The Early Morning, Especially A Cold Morning In The Yorkshire Spring With A Piercing March Wind Sweeping Down From The Fells, Finding Its Way Inside My Clothing, Nipping At My Nose And Ears.

That Quotation About Not Having Time To Stand And Stare Has Never Applied To Me. I Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much - In Just Standing And Staring And I Was At It Again This Morning.

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 Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much – In Just Standing And Staring.

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