Enufff!! (aláírt példány) [antikvár]

Vi i!'' J ^'I'.'.'iHVI don't remember how I've got there, but do I want to?To say it was a ghastly joint would be an understatement. Noisy, crammed with fellow prinsers like me, stinking like a cesspool. . . The stench was persistent and overpowering, my dish grimy, the food unpalatable There was no one and nothing to play with, nothing to wreck, to tear to shreds. No paper bags, no wool yarn, no toilet tissue, nothing that rolls and bounces. Not a fly I could catch. I couldn't even sharpen my claws anywhere, except on my own back of course, but then I wasn't born a twit, was I?Yes, and those disorderly, undisciplined characters woofing and yelping around the clock into the smelly air, just for the hell of it They drove me crazy. True, some were quiet most of the time, depressed, I would say, looking forlornly at people stopping in front of them with huge, and eyes I felt sorry for them, but not more than for myself.I would have loved to get just one of those noisemak-ers, to sink at least one set of claws into the tail that offered itself occasionally between the iron bars, but this was another of those things that belonged to the realm of the impossible.