Cat story (16)

- The mice want my death. They want to poison me. They want war and they will get it! - my cat said.
- Why do you think that they want your death?
- I know, - my cat had a pig-headed look.
- Do you have proof?
- No, but I am sure they are at fault.
- Why?
- Because they are the mice. All mice want a cat's death. The greater the threat, the greater is the risk of inaction – and the more compelling the case for taking anticipatory action to defend ourselves, even if uncertainty remains as to the time and place of the enemy’s attack.
- Are you sure the mice will be love you after your strike? - I felt sorry for him.
- I need not love. Let they fear me to I could have a long life, - the cat smiled.

Cat story (4)

- You are different, - my cat said me today. - You have only two legs, you are too tall and clumsy. You have no canines and claws. You are a being defective. Look at me. I am a very handsome cat. I have a beautiful healthy hair, four legs, canines and claws. I can purr and catch mice. I can... I am...
- Shoo! - I bellowed.
- We speak different languages, - he said offended tone.
- To each his own, - I smiled.