If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats. — Eugen Weber
If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats. — Eugen Weber
If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats. — Eugen Weber
If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats. — Eugen Weber
If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats. — Eugen Weber
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If cats could write history, their history would be mostly about cats.

— Eugen Weber
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Why do I prefer cats to dogs? I have never stepped in cat shit. — Robert Black
The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior. — Hippolyte Taine
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