“I hate cats."
Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant.
"I SEE," he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.”

—  Terry Pratchett , book Wyrd Sisters

Source: Wyrd Sisters

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