Cat even more inscrutable in Russian, but probably wants to eat duck.
All the elements of the story are right there. The man has not given the cat her favourite toy. He's thinking that if he designs and builds a rocket, he might escape her wrath. He will be wrong.
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
As Parliament is suspended and the threat of puritanism rears it's ugly head once again, people desperately ask me, "Can you still look dashing and sophisticated wearing just black and white clothes?" "Of course, darlings," I say. "For those not as debonair as I, props such as antiques and a fine filter cigarette can be used." "Selling any look can be reinforced in the age old way by having a terrifying cat who will brook no criticism from the fashion illiterate." Now it's back to the couple at the top of the cover, who are reading our marvellous blank newspapers. All that's left after our Cromwellian censors have got through with them!
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
>chuckle< Oh Teeds, you know I don't like to talk about being Superboy of Mars in 1954.
Anymore than I like explaining why I had a picture of a horse on my wall. Part of my Biron the Bowman collection, obviously >cough<
I didn't retain the title in '55. I was still paying for not having a first aid book in front of me, instead of an optometry one. That'll teach me to annoy a cat with fake mice. At least they got the ink bottle out...
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
He's the chummy-chum With the tummy-tum He's smart not dumb He enjoys bubblegum He's the best, he's the tops, he's the one It's Mr. Tum-Tum-Tummy-Tum-Tums
Sadly, it looks as though I'll be losing Leia cat shortly. She had lost her appetite, with resulting weight loss, and wasn't comfortable. Scans showed a large abdominal mass. While information from the vets wasn't great, it's likely it's lymphoma. This is relatively common in cats around 9-10. The success rate of my cats relating to surgery of this kind is 0%. I doubt, I'll put her through it. She's not happy and the vet visits we've already had, including the sedations, have been traumatic for her. Alternatives simply prolong the inevitable (and not by long) without offering much additional comfort/ improvement.
Leia used to stay at the bottom of the hill I stay on. She'd be put out each morning by her human, and then wait for their return into the evening. As I had no shortage of Eva treats coming back from the shops, I'd occasionally give her chicken slices if I saw her. When I was really lazy (or had no treats on me), I'd let her follow me up and feed her out the front. She met my Eva a couple of times, and had snuck in on one occasion and happily had a nap on my lap. 3 weeks after Eva died, Leia raced past me and had to be removed with all the clawing and hissing she was well known for. On her reconnaissance raid, she'd spotted the cat flap and that was about that.
She quickly moved from being Lodger Cat to being the heart of the household. Four years with her really isn't enough. Her tail is almost a separate sentience, and it's important to see how it's doing, regardless of what the purring (if you've been really deserving) cat attached to it is up to.
Leia enjoying Legion World back in 2017:-
"...not having to believe in a thing to be interested in it and not having to explain a thing to appreciate the wonder of it."
So sorry for you and Leia. Such a feeling of helplessness. The same thing took my Comet last year, there was just nothing to be done that wouldn't have made him more miserable.