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August `s Cat
The cat makes himself the
companion of your hours
of solitude, melancholy and
toil. He remains for the
whole evenings on your knee,
uttering his contented
purr, happy to be with you,
and forsaking the company of
animals
of his own species. In
vain do melodious mewings
on the roof invite him to
one of those cat parties in
which fish
bones
play the part of tea and
cakes; he is not to be
tempted
away from you. Put him down
and he will jump up again,
with a sort of cooing sound
that is like a gentle
reproach;
and sometimes he will sit
upon the carpet in front of
you,
looking at you with eyes so
melting, so caressing, so
human,
that
they almost frighten you ;
for it is impossible to
believe
that a soul is not there.
 
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