Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Showing posts with label James Herriot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Herriot. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
The Cat's Whiskers
" I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed.
These things, to me, are expressions of love."
~ James Herriot
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