To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.

The cat is a dilettante in fur.

What well-bred woman would refuse her heart to a man who had just saved her life? Not one; and gratitude is a short cut which speedily leads to love.

Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.

If you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend but never your slave.

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.