I really liked the descriptions of cat personality in this book...
"And look at him too. We don't normally take pets. John, John's my husband, he doesn't like animals, but it's not like we can send you back out there tonight, is it?"
The last part wasn't addressed to me.
"Thanks. He's very grateful, " I said, looking down at the cat-carrier. "Aren't you?"
From her laugh I knew the cat was still glaring our of his carry case, a big fat fuck off expression all over his face. "Well, anyway," I said. "I'm grateful enough for both of us." (p. 100)
"Ian pattered down the corridor ahead of us, ears back, tail low, running in that way cats run when they don't like it that people are coming up fast behind them." (p. 241)
...and then some other fluff:
"I think there's still a small block of original quiet that exists in the world. 3 a.m. to 5 a.m. -- a last natural wilderness, time's shrinking little Antarctica." (p. 109)
"There's no way to really preserve a person when they've gone and that's because whatever you write down it's not the truth, it's just a story. Stories are all we're ever left with in our head or on paper: clever narratives put together from selected facts, legends, well edited tall tales with us in the starring roles." (p. 413)
