Love this poem by Francis Scarfe, here is first verse for true cat lovers everywhere: Those who love cats which do not even purr Or which are thin and tired and very old, Bend down to them in the street and stroke their fur And rub their ears,.
“Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of unpleasant recollections.”