“The pleasure and sadness of youth is that the speed of its passing is never thought about; and so you say that you will do this or that in a year, in five years, only to wake up one morning to realize that what you thought was infinitely prolonged has ended.” YearsRealizingPleasureMorningFiveSadnessYouthWake UpSpeedPassingPassingsFive Years Author:Derek Tangye
“His markings, month by month, became more beautiful, lines of autumn bracken colours with shapes which reminded me of currents on a quiet sea. True that at times his head, because of his youth, looked scraggy, even his body sometimes looked scraggy, but suddenly for some reason like the change of light, or of mood, he looked his potential. This was going to be a champion cat.” SometimesReasonBodyLightBeautifulLinesSeaYouthMonthsShapesQuietCatCurrentsMoodChampionColourAutumn Author:Derek Tangye
