The Cat Who Went to Paris - Friday 56

Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56.
*Find any sentence that grabs you.
*Post it.
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The Cat Who Went to Paris

Page 56
"Norton didn't hesitate. He scooted outside. In the blink of an eye, he was gone, racing across the yard, racing right back, disappearing in a flash under the deck.

I realized I had two choices. I could act like a total lunatic and tail him outside, try to follow him around wherever he went and keep an eye on him. Or I could be a rational, sane man: relax, make myself a pot of strong French Roast coffee with just a dash of cinnamon, get the newspapers, read about the fascinating events of the day, then go for a healthy, invigorating morning swim. It seemed like an obvious choice.

I decided to follow Norton.

He was having the absolute time of his life. Frolicking, chasing birds and squirrels -- not catching, just chasing --crawling through the grass on his belly, chomping on flowers, and generally enjoying his new role of jungle beast on the prowl."

This is a wonderful little book about I found in a used book store.

About the Book
Peter was a confirmed loner and cat hater, until a Scottish Fold kitten named Norton entered his life. Peter opened his heart to Norton and soon they were inseparable. Trotting along beside him down the street, having his own chair in restaurants or sitting on Peter's lap on plane journeys, Norton made his presence felt and Peter was a loner no more.

About the Author
Peter Gethers has spent ten years chronicling the life of his extraordinary cat. When he has free time, he's a novelist, publisher and screenwriter. He lives in New York City, Sag Harbor and Sicily.