Isn't it marvellous? And a real curiosity of naturalness?
I am, of course, talking of man's relationship with animals. I didn't need to tell you, I'm sure.
But not that sort of relationship, Beattie. I'm talking more of affection and companionship and having a little furry friend to stroke in those small dark hours when one's hands need occupying against the temptations of the devil, whomsoever you may be.
So, yes, how curious that one should gain such comfort from an animal with whom you cannot communicate other than as a source of food.
And curiouser still, that phenomenonenon by which the pet comes to resemble its feeder. A remarkable matter which cannot yet be accounted for by scientists or anyone else except for that crazy bunch of fools who claim that we choose our pets because they look like us. Sheer madness, yet something in it, I think, indeed probably the truth and no more or less.
Anyway, here's a sneak preview of Dave 'Johnson' Johnson's beloved Tara, all primped up and ready for the Saturday nuptials. A striking resemblance.
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