sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes. He bent down to her, his hands on his knees.
―Milk for the pussens, he said.
―Mrkgnao! the cat cried.
They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them.
She understands all she wants to. Vindictive too.
Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
―Afraid of the chickens she is, he said mockingly. Afraid of the chookchooks. I never saw such a stupid pussens as the pussens.
Cruel.
Her nature.
- Curious mice never squeal.
- Seem to like it.
―Mrkrgnao! the