The Christmas Cat - by James Wight (1916-1995)
Maybe some of you know the English TV series "All Creatures Great and Small". The series are the autobiographical books by British veterinarian James Alfred Wight (1916-1995) basis, which is embodied in the series of veterinarian James Herriot. From these books comes the following story. The Christmas Cat
When I think of Christmas, I always think of a certain little cat. For the first time I met her on an autumn day when Mrs. Ainsworth had asked me to look after one of their dogs. Surprised, I looked at the little shaggy creature that sat in front of the fireplace. "I did not know that you have a cat," I said. Mrs. Ainsworth smiled. "We scooby doo cartoons have none. This is Debbie. It is a vagrant. It comes two or three times a week, and we give her something to eat. "
"Do you have the impression that they want to stay with you?" "No." Mrs. Ainsworth shook his head. "She's a shy little thing. Come snuck in, eats a little, and already she is gone. She has something touching, but she does seem to have anything else to do neither with me nor with anybody. "I looked at the cat again. "But today they do not want to be just fed." "That's right. It's funny, but now and then she comes and sits hereingehuscht a few minutes the fire. As if they even want to treat yourself to something good. "" scooby doo cartoons Yes, I understand. "It was something extraordinary in Debbie's attitude. She sat bolt upright on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace and made no attempt to curl or brush, but only looked quietly to himself. And something about the dusty black for their fur, their half-wild, lean appearance told me that this was a special event in their life, a rare and wonderful thing. She enjoyed ecstatically a comfort, scooby doo cartoons of which she could not even dream otherwise. While I was still watching, she turned and crept silently out of the room and was gone. "It's scooby doo cartoons always with Debbie," laughed Mrs. Ainsworth. "You never stays longer scooby doo cartoons than ten minutes." Mrs. Ainsworth was a plump woman with a friendly face, a little over forty, and just as a vet, his customers scooby doo cartoons wishes - wealthy, scooby doo cartoons generous and owner of three pampered scooby doo cartoons Bassets. The suffering scooby doo cartoons of this breed type expression needed just a little strengthened, and already got Mrs. Ainsworth in greatest excitement and hurried to the phone. My visits to Mrs. Ainsworth were therefore often, but without serious background, and I had ample opportunity to observe the cat that interested me burning. Once the three Bassets were picturesquely placed on the hearth scooby doo cartoons rug and snored while Debbie in her usual attitude, sitting among them - upright, tense, his eyes dreamily on the glowing scooby doo cartoons coals directed. This time I tried to make friends with her. With patient coaxing and gentle coaxing, I managed to caress her neck with one finger. She responded to this by rubbing against my hand, but turned immediately afterwards to go. Once she was out of the house, she shot through scooby doo cartoons a gap in the hedge, and the last thing I saw was a small black figure darted across the wet field. "I just want to know where she's going," I said softly to myself. Mrs. Ainsworth was suddenly standing next to me. "We have not figured it out until now.
Only on Christmas morning I heard from Mrs. Ainsworth. She apologized the same: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Herriot, that I annoy you today of all days." But with all politeness could not hide the worry in her voice. "It is because of Debbie. Something is wrong with her. Please scooby doo cartoons come quickly, "As I drove through the marketplace, I thought once again that Darrowby looked at Christmas as the time of Charles Dickens. The deserted square with the high snow on the cobblestones, the longitudinally by the eaves of the gitterbekrönten roof edge hung, the colorful lights of Christmas trees that sparkled scooby doo cartoons through the window of the densely crowded houses, friendly and welcoming from the cold white of the hills beyond. scooby doo cartoons Mrs. Ainsworth's house was decorated all over with tinsel and holly; from the kitchen came a seductive aroma of turkey with sage and onion stuffing. But her eyes were worried, as she led me through the hall. Debbie lay motionless on the side, and nestled close to her at her, a tiny black kitten. "I have not seen her for several weeks," Mrs. Ainsworth said.
Maybe some of you know the English TV series "All Creatures Great and Small". The series are the autobiographical books by British veterinarian James Alfred Wight (1916-1995) basis, which is embodied in the series of veterinarian James Herriot. From these books comes the following story. The Christmas Cat
When I think of Christmas, I always think of a certain little cat. For the first time I met her on an autumn day when Mrs. Ainsworth had asked me to look after one of their dogs. Surprised, I looked at the little shaggy creature that sat in front of the fireplace. "I did not know that you have a cat," I said. Mrs. Ainsworth smiled. "We scooby doo cartoons have none. This is Debbie. It is a vagrant. It comes two or three times a week, and we give her something to eat. "
"Do you have the impression that they want to stay with you?" "No." Mrs. Ainsworth shook his head. "She's a shy little thing. Come snuck in, eats a little, and already she is gone. She has something touching, but she does seem to have anything else to do neither with me nor with anybody. "I looked at the cat again. "But today they do not want to be just fed." "That's right. It's funny, but now and then she comes and sits hereingehuscht a few minutes the fire. As if they even want to treat yourself to something good. "" scooby doo cartoons Yes, I understand. "It was something extraordinary in Debbie's attitude. She sat bolt upright on the thick carpet in front of the fireplace and made no attempt to curl or brush, but only looked quietly to himself. And something about the dusty black for their fur, their half-wild, lean appearance told me that this was a special event in their life, a rare and wonderful thing. She enjoyed ecstatically a comfort, scooby doo cartoons of which she could not even dream otherwise. While I was still watching, she turned and crept silently out of the room and was gone. "It's scooby doo cartoons always with Debbie," laughed Mrs. Ainsworth. "You never stays longer scooby doo cartoons than ten minutes." Mrs. Ainsworth was a plump woman with a friendly face, a little over forty, and just as a vet, his customers scooby doo cartoons wishes - wealthy, scooby doo cartoons generous and owner of three pampered scooby doo cartoons Bassets. The suffering scooby doo cartoons of this breed type expression needed just a little strengthened, and already got Mrs. Ainsworth in greatest excitement and hurried to the phone. My visits to Mrs. Ainsworth were therefore often, but without serious background, and I had ample opportunity to observe the cat that interested me burning. Once the three Bassets were picturesquely placed on the hearth scooby doo cartoons rug and snored while Debbie in her usual attitude, sitting among them - upright, tense, his eyes dreamily on the glowing scooby doo cartoons coals directed. This time I tried to make friends with her. With patient coaxing and gentle coaxing, I managed to caress her neck with one finger. She responded to this by rubbing against my hand, but turned immediately afterwards to go. Once she was out of the house, she shot through scooby doo cartoons a gap in the hedge, and the last thing I saw was a small black figure darted across the wet field. "I just want to know where she's going," I said softly to myself. Mrs. Ainsworth was suddenly standing next to me. "We have not figured it out until now.
Only on Christmas morning I heard from Mrs. Ainsworth. She apologized the same: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Herriot, that I annoy you today of all days." But with all politeness could not hide the worry in her voice. "It is because of Debbie. Something is wrong with her. Please scooby doo cartoons come quickly, "As I drove through the marketplace, I thought once again that Darrowby looked at Christmas as the time of Charles Dickens. The deserted square with the high snow on the cobblestones, the longitudinally by the eaves of the gitterbekrönten roof edge hung, the colorful lights of Christmas trees that sparkled scooby doo cartoons through the window of the densely crowded houses, friendly and welcoming from the cold white of the hills beyond. scooby doo cartoons Mrs. Ainsworth's house was decorated all over with tinsel and holly; from the kitchen came a seductive aroma of turkey with sage and onion stuffing. But her eyes were worried, as she led me through the hall. Debbie lay motionless on the side, and nestled close to her at her, a tiny black kitten. "I have not seen her for several weeks," Mrs. Ainsworth said.
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