james_christine_parker

:: Peter S. Beagle (The Last Unicorn, 1968) ::

Molly's breath came like a rope, fretting against her harsh throat. "Damn you, why won't you help me?" she cried. "Why must you always speak in riddles?"

One eye opened slowly, green and gold as sunlight in the woods. The cat said, "I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a straight answer."

Thanks to Paigey.

=^.^= *meow* =^.^=

( :: EDGAR ALLAN POE :: I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. )