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80f7622
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"The man walked past me and stopped, observing the blood running down my neck. "Your injury. Let us tend to it." He looked out through the open doorway and silently gestured to someone out there. "Our world," he said, "is far more advanced than yours. For reasons you'll understand shortly." A thin, bony, naked woman entered the room, carrying two small, white kittens. She sat one of the fluffy cats in my lap and stuffed the other down my shirt. She turned and left. "There," said the large man. "The kittens will make your sad go away."
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sadness
kittens
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David Wong |
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b24610d
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The only thing a cat worries about is what's happening right now. As we tell the kittens, you can only wash one paw at a time.
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priorities
kittens
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Lloyd Alexander |
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88448d8
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The coldest depth of Hell is reserved for people who abandon kittens.
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funny
humor
kittens
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Robert A. Heinlein |
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5e23b95
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"May 4, 1985. I am packing for a short trip to New York to discuss the cat book with Brion. In the front room where the kittens are kept, Calico Jane is nursing one black kitten. I pick up my Tourister. It seems heavy. I look inside and there are her other four kittens. "Take care of my babies. Take them with you wherever you go."
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kittens
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William S. Burroughs |
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7347f41
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The kitten was six weeks old. It was enchanting, a delicate fairy-tale cat, whose Siamese genes showed in the shape of the face, ears, tail, and the subtle lines of its body. [...] She sat, a tiny thing, in the middle of a yellow carpet, surrounded by five worshipppers, not at all afraid of us. Then she stalked around that floor of the house, inspecting every inch of it, climbed up on to my bed, crept under the fold of a sheet, and was at home.
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kittens
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Doris Lessing |
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21865f9
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I hope people don't take kittens on a whim, like they would a toy, then not care for them.
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humane
kittens
impulse
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Shirley Rousseau Murphy |
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db5e261
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It's herding kittens. If kittens had a lot of guns and an overdose of neo-Libertarian property theory.
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herding-kittens
neo-libertarian
libertarian
kittens
property
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James S.A. Corey |
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3e1337f
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I shall report this, and in the meantime the animal can be taken away by one of the porters.' 'Don't you dare,' said Emmy fiercely. 'I'll not allow it. You are--' It was unfortunate that she was interrupted before she could finish. 'Ah,' said Professor ter Mennolt, looming behind the supervisor. 'My kitten. Good of you to look after it for me, Ermentrude.' He gave the supervisor a bland smile. 'I am breaking the rules, am I not? But this seemed the best place for it to be until I could come and collect it.' 'Miss Foster has just told me...' began the woman. 'Out of the kindness of her heart,' said the professor outrageously. 'She had no wish to get me into trouble. Isn't that correct, Ermentrude?' She nodded, and watched while he soothed the supervisor's feelings with a bedside manner which she couldn't have faulted. 'I will overlook your rudeness, Miss Foster,' she said finally, and sailed away. 'Where on earth did you find it?' asked the professor with interest. She told him, then went on, 'I'll take him home. He'll be nice company for Snoodles and George.' 'An excellent idea. Here is your relief. I shall be outside when you are ready.' 'Why?' asked Emmy. 'You sometimes ask silly questions, Ermentrude. To take you both home.
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kittens
stray-kittens
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Betty Neels |
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fd9a11d
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"She would've sworn the cat- or kitten, for it sounded quite small- was right in front of her, but there was nothing there. She straightened and glanced at Val. His azure eyes were alight with amusement. "Phantom cats and ghostly kittens." She frowned at him. "I don't believe in ghosts." "Boring." He kissed her on the nose and, while she was still blinking in surprise, leaned down and did something to the back of the cupboard. Suddenly one of the boards came away in his hands. She leaned down again to look. Staring back at them was a ginger cat, her green eyes wide, and at her teats were a row of wriggling kittens in a rainbow of colors. She was curled in the small space of what was evidently a false back to the cupboard. "But how did she get in?" Bridget breathed, enchanted. The kittens were at that wee fluffy stage and absolutely adorable. "Magic," Val said promptly, and then, more prosaically, "or the back of the cupboard's rotted away."
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val-napier
kittens
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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825cd77
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The fact is I am quite happy in a movie, even a bad movie. Other people, so I have read, treasure memorable moments in their lives: the time one climbed the Parthenon at sunrise, the summer night one met a lonely girl in Central Park and achieved with her a sweet and natural relationship, as they say in books. I too once met a girl in Central Park, but it was not much to remember. What I remember is the time John Wayne killed three men with a carbine as he was falling to the dusty street in Stagecoach, and the time the kitten found Orson Wells in the doorway in the Third Man.
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the-third-man
orson-welles
kittens
movies
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Walker Percy |