Translated by Maire Kelly.
What a fibber you are! Did She believe you?
'Um ... at first. It was my own fault tho' when She didn't. Turned over on my back, I proffered the candid belly, the terrified and forgiving eyes of a lamb about to be sacrificed. I felt a slight coolness, nothing more. A fear that my sensibilities might be destroyed, took possession of me. My rhythmical wailings increased, then subsided, then went up again like the noise of the sea (you know the strength of my voice). I imitated the calf, the whipped child, the cat in the night, the wind under the door. Little by little I grew enraptured with my own song, so that long after She had finished soiling me with cold water I continued wailing, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then She laughed tactlessly and cried out, "You're as untruthful as a woman!"
TOBY-DOG, (with conviction)
That was annoying.
I was angry with her the entire afternoon.
Oh, as to sulkin
Charming musings of two beloved and pampered pets sharing their household with two writers.
Kiki-the-Demeure (the cat) and Toby-Dog (the dog) view the world in dissimilar manners, not surprisingly. Fortunately, they seem to have acquired -- by osmosis, perhaps? -- the literary capabilities of their Maman (Colette was known for her devotion to her pets) and Papa. Written as short vignettes, each observational occasion is filled with fun and smiles.