And she certainly was not hungry, for she turned up her dainty nose at Tumbu's marmot bones.
"Cats," said Head-nurse, who had just awakened from a long sleep of many hours, "are not to be counted as other beasts.

Having nine lives, they could afford to lose one; but they never do.

They always fall on their feet.

It is the way of the world; the more you have the more you get.
Still, I am glad she has returned; and I wish there were a chance of others turning up also," she added with a sigh.
The Heir-to-Empire looked up gravely.

"But Faithful can't come back, you know.