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Don Pierrot de Navarre THE CAT Pierrot received his name in kittenhood, on account of his immaculate whiteness. His title was added later, and was a tribute to his size and majesty of demeanour. He had a charming dis- position, and shared our family life with an intimacy which is possible only to cats who are treated with gentleness and consideration. Sitting close to the fire, he seemed always interested in the con- versation, and now and then, as he looked from one speaker to another, he would give a little protesting mew, as though in remonstrance to some opinion which he could not bring himself to share. He adored books, and whenever he found one open on the table, he would sit down by it, look attentively at the printed page, turn over a leaf or two, and finally fall asleep, for all the world as if he had been trying to read a modern novel. As soon as he saw me sit down to write, he would jump on my desk, and watch the crooked and fantastic figures which my pen scattered over the paper, turning his head every time I began a fresh line. Sometimes it occurred to him to take a part in my work, and then he would make little clutches at my pen, with the evident design of writing a page or so ; for he was an aesthetic cat like Hoffman's Murr, and I 98
THE CAT= more than half suspect him of composing a volume of memoirs, scribbling feverishly at night in some remote gutter by the light of his own gleaming eyes. Alas, that such compositions should have been lost forever Don Pierrot never went to bed until I came home at night. I found him always waiting for me at the door, and he received me with enthusiasm, rub- bing himself against my legs, arching his back, and purring a loud welcome. Then he would stalk be- fore me like a groom of the chamber, prepared no doubt to carry my candle had I entrusted it to him. He slept on the headboard of my bed, perched safely like a bird on a bough; but in the early morning would descend from this lofty station, and lie patiently by my side until it was time to get up. On one point Pierrot was inflexible. Like the concierge, he considered that midnight was quite late enough for me to be abroad. It so happened, however, that the little club known as the " Society of the Four Candles," because four candles in four silver candlesticks lit up the four corners of the table, was formed about this time ; and our discus- sions were often so prolonged and so engrossing that, like Cinderella, we took no count of the hour. For several nights Pierrot waited up for me until two o'clock; then, seriously concerned, he marked 99
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Don Pierrot de Navarre<br />
THE CAT<br />
Pierrot received his name in kittenhood, on<br />
account of his immaculate whiteness. His title<br />
was added later, and was a tribute to his size and<br />
majesty of demeanour. He had a charming dis-<br />
position, and shared our family life with an intimacy<br />
which is possible only to <strong>cat</strong>s who are treated<br />
with gentleness and consideration. Sitting close<br />
to <strong>the</strong> fire, he seemed always interested in <strong>the</strong> con-<br />
versation, and now and <strong>the</strong>n, as he looked from one<br />
speaker to ano<strong>the</strong>r, he would give a little protesting<br />
mew, as though in remonstrance to some opinion<br />
which he could not bring himself to share. He<br />
adored books, and whenever he found one open on<br />
<strong>the</strong> table, he would sit down by it, look attentively<br />
at <strong>the</strong> printed page, turn over a leaf or two, and<br />
finally fall asleep, for all <strong>the</strong> world as if he had<br />
been trying to read a modern novel. As soon as<br />
he saw me sit down to write, he would jump on my<br />
desk, and watch <strong>the</strong> crooked and fantastic figures<br />
which my pen s<strong>cat</strong>tered over <strong>the</strong> paper, turning his<br />
head every time I began a fresh line. Sometimes<br />
it occurred to him to take a part in my work, and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n he would make little clutches at my pen, with<br />
<strong>the</strong> evident design of writing a page or so ; for he<br />
was an aes<strong>the</strong>tic <strong>cat</strong> like Hoffman's Murr, and I<br />
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