Rambo, Cat books

Eyes Like Sky And Coal And Moonlight

There we were dozing by the fireside, old Tom and me, and there’s a stranger telling some story of funerals and cats. Old Tom, he leaps up, whiskers abristle. Shouting “Then I’m the King of Cats” and disappearing up the chimney!I’ve always been a skinny lad, and quick-witted to boot, so I leaps o...