's dotty about pussies. Bay ones, grays, chestnuts, piebald and skewbalds, she loves 'em all.'
'Daddy, you are funny,' giggled Rosie, 'those are horses, not cats!'
The Major was an avid racing fan and would have been a lot wealthier if he didn't have a propensity for backing also-rans.
'Well, old bean,' I said, 'I think that just about ...