Cat Humour Books Novels & Stories

’ Although he was doing his best, he could not quite hide the minute spasm at the corner of his mouth. Well, that was a relief. If not actually kicking, his sense of humour was at least alive and twitching. On the other hand, if he’d been behaving like what she and Kate called a BHP - for boring, humourless prat - she would begin to go off him, which might be no bad thing. A man could be rolling in dosh and dishy as you like, kind to old ladies and even a ten on the Richter Scale kisser, but without a sense of humour he was about as much use to Claudia as a 32A bra.

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

The phone starts to ring as I wait for her to answer. "Hello?" Barbara says. "Hello, Darling!" I say to her with a prim proper tone in my voice. Using this voice, I often pretend that I am the villainous "Cruella Devil" from the book "The Hundred and One Dalmatians" by Dodie Smith. That has always been one of my favorite books. My mother used to read it to me as a child. "Molly!" Barbara says with excitement in her voice. "How are you doing?" I asked her, “I have not seen it yet this summer.

Deborah had said, though they both knew she had already been sneaking glances at her textbooks when no one was watching. Just like every night since she had gotten there four days ago, Liam cuddled her in his large bed and read funny stories to her until she could laugh no more and fall asleep in his arms. He had an entire collection of 6 books now, everything from silly jokes to absurd short stories. Some of them were terrible, so bad they circled back around to being funny again. Last night, he had read her a story about a man who accidentally joined the circus and ended up as a terrible clown. She had laughed so hard her sides hurt, and for those moments, the fear had retreated completely

"But mostly the ones about animals. And space. And animals in space." "Are there books about animals in space?" Patricia looked at me with genuine curiosity. "There's one about a dog who goes to the moon. We've read it approximately four hundred times." I smiled despite myself. "August has memorized it. He corrects me when I try to skip pages." "That's not skipping. That's ruining it." August said this with complete seriousness and Patricia laughed, a real laugh, surprised out of her. She covered her mouth with her hand like she hadn't expected the sound.