The house was dark, the people having gone to bed some hours
earlier. He silently moved into the kitchen and then paused. The
only sound that came was that of the sunburst-style clock ticking on
the wall. He moved over to the food dish, set out for the cat that
lived in the house, and sampled the offering. It was rather tasty, and
he ate until he was full. The milk dish was empty, but the nearby
water dish slaked his thirst., Cat, Tales, Herbert, Rofles, Herbert S. Rolfes| | 240PAGES