Lords of the Housetops: Thirteen Cat Tales

Before he had time to open the door, it had yielded to the pressure behind it and flew wide open to admit a great yellow-haired collie. The dog, wagging his tail and contorting...

From that time onward, Monte Carlo and Tom were the most intimate of friends. Wherever the man went the cat followed. When he was working in the shallow trench, where the sparse...

Being in extremely delicate health at the time, I need hardly say that I knew nothing of these gruesome details until afterwards. Henry (that is my husband), after entering my r...

The door opened while she was still speaking, cutting her words off in the middle, and a man came into the room. He was dark and clean-shaven sallow rather, with the eyes of ima...

He braced himself in the corner against the mantelpiece and waited, his whole being roused to defence, for he was now fully aware that the attack had spread to include himself a...

In the essay and especially in poetry the cat has become a favourite subject, but in fiction it must be admitted that he lags considerably behind the dog. The reasons for this a...

This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a...

"They say," observed Monsieur Fromagin, "that the cat--it was among his many tricks--had the habitude to jump on Madame Jolicoeur's head when, for that purpose, she covered it w...

The animals made their silent tour of the floor, sometimes the dog leading, sometimes the cat; occasionally they looked at one another as though exchanging signals; and once or...

"Here is all that remains of the pictures, you see," he added, pushing a number of loose sheets under the doctor's eyes; "nothing but a few scrawly lines. That's all I found the...

While my mistress was scratching my head and caressing me and while I was looking at her tenderly a scene occurred in Bond Street which had terrible results for me.

"If," she stormed, crimson of countenance, and threatening Espérance with her fist, "if you _must_ entice my cat from her home, at _least_ I will thank you not to give her food....

The Cat cried again--that cry of the animal for human companionship which is one of the sad notes of the world; he looked in all the corners; he sprang to the chair at the windo...

In going to keep this appointment--as was his habit on such occasions, in avoidance of possible spying upon his movements--he went deviously: taking a cab to the Bassin de Carèn...

But the rare little cat tantrums of the Shah de Perse--if to his so gentle excesses may be applied so strong a term--were but as sun-spots on the effulgence of his otherwise con...

His personal appearance had much to do with this, for he was of royal mould, and had an air of high breeding. He was large, but he had nothing of the fat grossness of the celebr...