id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentences	flesch	summary	cache	txt
28119	Slesar, Henry	My Father, the Cat			.txt	text/plain	2773	244	86	It was my father, the cat, whose gentle paws would someday bring Joanna to my father's estate to present her as my Joanna knew that our journey's end would bring us to the estate of a was certain that Joanna would accept her father-in-law without distress. "To Joanna," my father said. "Horrified?" my father said. look for your mother's soul in Joanna's eyes." He jumped from his chair, My father turned to me and said: came upon an early portrait of my mother, her eyes misted. "She was lovely," Joanna said. Joanna, for there was a painting, half-completed, which my mother had "Of course," Joanna said. It was my father, the cat, watching us with his gray, gold-flecked eyes. "It's the cat in the painting!" Joanna said. "Meow," my father said, and I believed my heart broke then and there. "What a wonderful animal," Joanna said.	./cache/28119.txt	./txt/28119.txt