Cats are a mysterious kind of folk.

The misery of keeping a dog is his dying so soon. But, to be sure, if he lived for fifty years and then died, what would become of me?

Indeed, there is nothing on this earth more peaceful than a sleeping, purring cat.

Dogs have important jobs, like barking when the doorbell rings, but cats have no function in a house whatsoever.

They weren't feral cats; they were his pets.

If human lives be,
for their very brevity, sweet,
then beast lives are sweeter still...