The cat is a dilettante in fur.
The cat makes himself the companion of your hours of solitude, melancholy and toil.
Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.
I am a man for whom the outside world exists.
The purity of a person's heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals
It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat.