Ill. de couverture pour Doreen Tovey - Les chats dans le beffroi
éd. du Club Français du Livre, 1959
There was just one thing more I wanted to know. Could she, I asked, catch mice? It was like asking a speed maniac if his car could do fifty on the flat. 'Mice,' roared Father Adams in a voice that vibrated with scorn. 'She brut a gert snake in t'other day four foot long, with his'ead bit clean off, and played with 'un like he were a bit o' string'.
Within
a few weeks both Adams and I were sadder, wiser people. The next time
she came in season Mimi ripped the seat clean out of the armchair, drove
the whole village nearly round the bend with her bawling and finally
jumped out of the bedroom window and fled up the lane to the farm, where
she was only saved from a fate worse than death by the fact that her dusky Oriental face and blazing blue eyes frightened the battle-scarred old tom who lived there nearly out of his wits, and he was still hiding behind the water-butt when Mrs Adams, wailing and wringing her hands, panted up the hill in her wake.
Doreen Tovey - Cats in the belfry, 1958
Trad. Jean Rosenthal
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