A YOUUG LADY’S OPINION OF CATS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 50, 12 December 1891, Page 687

A YOUUG LADY’S OPINION OF CATS.

I h ate cats, I don’t care who knows it ; I hate ’em. They are the type of everything mean anil contemptible in human nature. They haven’t one of its virtues, but all its vices. They are deceitful. They have no gratitude. They steal. They lie as well as they can without tongues. You cannot bribe them to be faithful. You cannot arouse a sense of pride by treating them with dignity. Spurn a great dog’s friendly advances and you'll have hard work to coax him back again ; but you may kick a cat out of the room and she will sneak in and leap into your lap with a hypocritical ‘ pur r r-r,’ whenever she smells cream about. She will give you her caresses without loving you one bit, and .scratch you when her claws are seemingly most sheathed in velvet. She will come back to the house you have left empty, lie cause it has been a comfortable one to her. But she will never follow you as dogs do, through rain and shine and good and ill, and lie moaning on your grave at last, the only friend who mourns you. No one ever told or could tell a story of a cat which had in it one atom of constancy or generosity or affection or nobility, anything but cm temptible, cunning meanness, gluttony and kuavishuess. Therefore do I hate the race most heartily, from the old grey cat in the area to the maltese kitten on the parlour rug ; and always have and always will as long as I keep my senses.