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I was reading this one when I bumped against this fantastic quote, it is found on page 100.A slight movement caught her eye and she looked own in surprise to see a large black shape beside her in the brilliant white light. A furry, dishevelled shape. It was her cat, Bin Bag.
“What on earth are you doing here?” she asked out loud, without thinking.
“I was about to ask you the exact same question,” replied Bin Bag in exactly the sort of voice she’d always imagined he would have. It was deep, cultured and – there was no better word for it – rather catty.
“WHOAH,” said Maya in astonishment. “I can talk to cats!”
“Anyone can talk to cats.” Bin Bag sniffed dismissively.
“People talk to cats all the time. It’s getting cats to talk back to you that’s really impressive.”