L.M. Montgomery hates cats

I thought about blogging about many things, but decided on this.  Somehow baring my melancholy soul doesn't seem to gel with the public opinion.  My friend April has recently gotten me into Anne of Green Gables.  Here is an excerpt from "Anne of the Island" that I particularly enjoyed.  

"Who of us knows anything about chloroforming a cat?"  demanded Anne gloomishly.  

"I do, honey.  It's one of my few-sadly few- useful accomplishments.  I've disposed of several at home.  You take the cat in the morning and give him a good breakfast.  Then you take an old burlap bag-there's one in the back porch-put the cat on it and turn over him in a wooden box.  Then take a two-ounce bottle of chloroform, uncork it, and slip it under the edge of the box.  Put a heavy weight on top of the box and leave it till evening.  The cat will be dead, curled up peacefully as if he were asleep.  No pain-no struggle."  

And this little beauty

"Kittens have to be drowned, I admit, or the world would be overrun.  But no decent, grown-up cat should be done to death-unless he sucks eggs"

Further proof that L.M. Montgomery hates all felines.  Also, I have been overtaken by Anne of Green Gables lingo such as "I'm dreadfully sorry" and thinking of dryads, fairies, and the like.  And long for the day when you could go to the store, mussy up some green muslin and sew myself up a dress!

Ok!  Enough!

Love, Kaley