Plans make dreams reality.
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A kitten is, in the animal world, what a rosebud is in the garden.
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I sometimes think the Pussy-Willows greyAre Angel Kittens who have lost their way, And every Bulrush on the river bankA Cat-Tail from some lovely Cat astray.
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When I grow up I mean to beA Lion large and fierce to see.I'll mew so loud that Cook in fright Will give me all the cream in sight. And anyone who dares to say'Poor Puss' to me will rue the day. Then having swallowed him I'll creepInto the Guest Room Bed to sleep.
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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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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.
A kitten is the delight of a household. All day long a comedy is played out by an incomparable actor.
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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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I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens.
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His master plan to get them all out the door early met its first check of the day when he opened his closet door to discover that Zap the Cat, having penetrated the security of Vorkosigan House through Miles's quisling cook, had made a nest on the floor among his boots and fallen clothing to have kittens. Six of them. Zap ignored his threats about the dire consequences of attacking an Imperial Auditor, and purred and growled from the dimness in her usual schizophrenic fashion. Miles gathered his nerve and rescued his best boots and House uniform, at a cost of some high Vor blood, and sent them downstairs for a hasty cleaning by the overworked Armsman Pym. The Countess, delighted as ever to find her biological empire increasing, came in thoughtfully bearing a cat-gourmet tray prepared by Ma Kosti that Miles would have had no hesitation in eating for his own breakfast. In the general chaos of the morning, however, he had to go down to the kitchen and scrounge his meal. The Countess sat on the floor and cooed into his closet for a good half-hour, and not only escaped laceration, but managed to pick up, sex, and name the whole batch of little squirming furballs before tearing herself away to hurry and dress.
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