title: Reflections of a Cat Whisperer
author: Mary Ann Clifford
description: My days revolve around animals, more specifically, around cats. They are my focus, my passion. Because of this relationship, I observe many aspects of my world through imagination. In doing so, I relate events from an unusual perspective. Even though some of my thoughts can be called fantasies, I consider them magical possibilities. This book is me, just the cat whisperer . . . as I am called.
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  **L** **ADY** **C** **HATTERLY’S** **L** **OVER**
  
   **B** **Y** **D** **.** **H** **.** **L** **AWRENCE**
  
  CHAPTER 1
  
  Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The
  cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new
  little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is
  now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the
  obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
  
  This was more or less Constance Chatterley’s position. The war had brought the
  roof down over her head. And she had realized that one must live and learn.
  
  She married Clifford Chatterley in 1917, when he was home for a month on
  leave. They had a month’s honeymoon. Then he went back to Flanders: to be
  shipped over to England again six months later, more or less in bits.
  Constance, his wife, was then twenty-three years old, and he was twenty-nine.
  
  His hold on life was marvellous. He