A. Frances Friebe

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A. Frances Friebe The Nomad of the Nine Lives

I went around to see how Lord Roberts was getting along and found him discouraged and heart broken. He said, "It can not be possible that our people have abandoned us, it must be some horrible mistake." I went every day to the main road and watched for motor cars, which never came. I grew thinner and thinner. There were no city streets to get a living from, no milk jars; nothing but a barren waste, over which the wind howled like a lost soul, and the cruel sea, with its waste of water, but none to drink.
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A. Frances Friebe The Nomad of the Nine Lives

Perhaps I was not a hero! No one could do enough for me. I had an entire chop for breakfast (I thought of Lord Roberts and his liver) . I did wish that mother and my nephew Tom, who, I had heard, was helping mother keep the mice away from the store, could see me now.
They called me "Hero," I who had never had a name before! After the fire the master and mistress did not want me out of their sight and I heard master say, "Emily, don't you think we ought to get another cat for the heavy work down stairs, such as killing the rats and mice?" She said, "Yes."
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A. Frances Friebe The Nomad of the Nine Lives

Thus have I been persuaded to write this little book in the hope that it will be interesting to people as well as to cats.
Of course I am only a cat, but I have tried to be a good one, and I think that a good cat is of more use in the world than a bad human being. There is no doubt but that cats are important members of almost every household. What is home without a cat? Great is the comfort and companionship that have been brought by them into the lives of solitary spinsters
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