“You have a cat," she said, surprised. It was an odd-looking cat with no hair on its back and strange ears, but with beautiful green eyes focused on Charlotte. As soon as it saw that it had Charlotte's attention, it meowed several times with a soft, creaky voice, as if there was a lot it needed to tell her. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Frasier. She's absolutely no danger to those birds. She was a stray and badly burned behind Popcorn a few years ago. When she's not talking, she sleeps, mostly." "What's her name?" "Fig," Mac said. "Short for Figaro. Because she talks so much she's downright operatic." "She's lovely." Her tragic beauty made Charlotte want to cry.”
Book:Other Birds
