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" Um, excuse me, but, wait. Uh...uh...are all domestic our allies?" came a frail voice from a bushtit whose name roughly translates as Gary.
"During this War, they are all our allies. We will work together," said Kraai.
"Not cats though, right?" asked a yellow-breasted western meadowlark.
Kraai gave his measured answer: "Not every cat is bad."
Mutters of disbelief rose like bubbles. Gary the bushtit, shifting his balance, lifted up his sad twig of a leg stump as a silent rebuttal.
"You're right, Gary. Cats can't be trusted. But everything else. "
― Kira Jane Buxton , Hollow Kingdom (Hollow Kingdom, #1)
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" I have conducted experiments using techniques that used to be fairly effective—knocking over the French press, unraveling their shoddy knitting, chewing the covers of every book in the library, shitting on pillows, shredding the couch, eating all the Ethernet snakes, and pissing all over bed blanket—but they seem to no longer be concerned. Admittedly, I’m impressed. I respect the negligible number of shits currently being given. Case in point: one of my Mediocre Servants left her arm in the living room, which I believe speaks to their general ineptitude. I played with it momentarily, but found its pungency off-putting and resumed licking my anus. "
― Kira Jane Buxton , Hollow Kingdom (Hollow Kingdom, #1)