Stick Cat Quotes

“I know how to stop him,” Edith said quickly. “We have to call that emergency number on the telephone!” “You mean 9-1-1?” “That’s it!” Edith exclaimed. She was happy Stick Cat understood. “Quick! What’s the number for 9-1-1?!” “Umm,” said Stick Cat. “What do you mean, ‘What’s the number for 9-1-1?’?” “That’s the emergency number we have to call!” “Yeah, I know.” “What’s the number?” Edith repeated. She was growing more and more exasperated. “What do we dial on the phone?” “It’s, you know, 9-1-1,” Stick Cat answered. He couldn’t quite comprehend what Edith didn’t understand. “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m pretty sure the number for 9-1-1 is 9-1-1,” Stick Cat said. “But we can’t use a telephone anyway.” “Of course we can,” Edith said quickly. She seemed totally frustrated. “I’ve seen Tiffany use the telephone dozens of times. You pick up the whatchamacallit and press some buttons on the thingamajig and talk into the who-zee-whats-it.” “But the human on the other end won’t be able to understand us,” Stick Cat explained. This was obvious to him but apparently not yet to Edith. “It won’t work.” In a few seconds, it did dawn on Edith. “Well, of course, it won’t. I knew that.”
― Tom Watson, Stick Cat: Two Catch a Thief

“The burglar took two quick, long strides to Edith’s side of the bed and reached for a collar. “What’s he doing?!” a wide-eyed Edith asked Stick Cat in an angry whisper. She breathed fast, her shoulders were hunched a bit, and the fur on her back was up. “He’s stealing, Edith.” “My collars?! My daily collars?! My beautiful, colorful collars?!” “Yes.” “He’s stealing from me?!” “Yes.” “A cat?!” “That’s right.” “But I’m a good kitty.” “I know you are.” “I’m a great kitty!” “I know.” “I’m a fabulous, beautiful, and totally modest kitty!” “Mm-hmm.” “And Tuna Todd is stealing from me?” “I’m afraid so.” It took several seconds for Edith to consider and digest this information. As she did, the man began to pick her collars off the pegs one by one. He reached for the first one—Monday’s collar—with his greedy, grabby left hand. “Stick Cat,” Edith said, and looked him right in the eyes. “Yes?” “I don’t like Tuna Todd anymore.” Stick Cat used all his effort to suppress a smile. He knew this was a scary situation, but at this exact moment he was amused that it took something being stolen from Edith herself for her to finally understand the situation. “I’m sorry about your collars,” Stick Cat said. “And I’m sorry Tuna Todd didn’t turn out to be as nice as you thought.” “We should have figured it out earlier,” hissed Edith. “Umm,” Stick Cat said, and stopped. It seemed like he was contemplating the right words to use. “You’re right. If only I had been clever enough to figure out what he was doing.” “Don’t blame yourself, Stick Cat,” Edith said. “Thankfully, you have me here to help.”
― Tom Watson, Stick Cat: Two Catch a Thief

“I’m sorry,” she said to Goose. “All the excitement has me a bit flustered. Did you say you have my jewelry and Edith’s collars?” Goose nodded. “Would you like to come over and get them?” “I’d like that,” said Tiffany. Stick Cat purred to get Goose’s attention. “Oh,” he said. “And can you bring Edith?” “Of course,” Tiffany said. “Wouldn’t it be nice if they became friends?”
― Tom Watson, Stick Cat: Two Catch a Thief