“What a luxury a cat is, the moments of shocking and startling pleasure in a day, the feel of the beast, the soft sleekness under your palm, the warmth when you wake on a cold night, the grace and charm even in a quite ordinary workaday puss. Cat walks across your room, and in that lonely stalk you see leopard or even panther, or it turns its head to acknowledge you and the yellow blaze of those eyes tells you what an exotic visitor you have here, in this household friend, the cat who purrs as you stroke, or rub his chin, or scratch his head.” – Doris Lessing (Old Age of El Magnifico)
Can you believe that you have been part of this Read-a-thon for 22 hours now? Nearly half-way there! It’s quite an achievement already and we hope you are enjoying it. Night has fallen here in Ireland and it is getting quite cold, but who cares if you are well wrapped up or sitting by a fire with a book in your hands?
Tell, us, what was the last line you read before reading this post? And from what book?