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1 " She's not here," I tell him. Buttercup hisses again. " She's not here. You can hiss all you like. You won't find Prim." At her name, he perks up. Raises his flattened ears. Begins to meow hopefully. " Get out!" He dodges the pillow I throw at him. " Go away! There's nothing left for you here!" I start to shake, furious with him. " She's not coming back! She's never ever coming back here again!" I grab another pillow and get to my feet to improve my aim. Out of nowhere, the tears begin to pour down my cheeks. " She's dead, you stupid cat. She's dead. "
2 " Honestly I don't know why i have these parties" " Because of your cat" " That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort "
3 " The noisy jay swoops by and reviles me, he complains of my meow and my malingering.I too am not a bit subdued, I too am uncontrollable,I sound my splenetic yowl over the roof of the h "
4 " Today 5:14 p.m." Mrrrrrowl. Mrrrrrowl." " Ow! Ow, stupid cat! Ahem. You told me, 'stop calling, Isabelle,' but I'm not the one calling you. Church is calling you. Mine are merely the fingers that work the phone." See, here's something you may not have known before you committed your recent rash acts. Our cat, Church, and your cat, Chairman Meow? They're in love. I've never seen such love before. I never knew such love could exist in the heart of a... cat. Some people say that love between two dude cats is wrong, but I think it's beautiful. Love makes Church happier than I've ever seen him. Nothing makes him happy like Chairman Meow. Not tuna. Not shredding centuries-old tapestries. Nothing. Please don't keep these cats apart. Please don't take the joy of love away from Church." Look, this is really just a warning for your own good. If you keep Church and Chairman Meow apart, Church will start to get angry." You wouldn't like Church when he's angry." Beep "
5 " A meow massages the heart. "
6 " Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. “What do you care if Alec’s miserable?” “What do I care?” Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. “Of course I care about Alec; he’s my best friend, my parabatai. And he’s unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven’t done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead—“ “He’s not dead. "
― Cassandra Clare , City of Heavenly Fire (The Mortal Instruments, #6)
