“All right, you deadly little ghostlings,” I muttered. “Mama says go back to bed! - Cat”
“Once you go dead, there's no one better in bed!" ~ Cat”
“You can make it all right if you will only be satisfied to remain small,' I told myself. I had to keep saying it over and over to myself. 'Be little. Don't try to be big. Work under the guns. Be a little worm in the fair apple of life.' I got all of these sayings at my tongue's end, used to go through the streets of Chicago muttering them to myself.”
“You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one's better in bed.”
“Right. Love you, Ty.""Down to my bones, mama, right back at you.”
“Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven.""Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.”