THE SOUL OF THE HOUSECAT

the housecat soul never seems to be timid ... cornered crouching but never cowered ... there doesn't seem to be any fear in the housecat ... just a wisdom of calculation and caution ... its call of pain is a cry of protest ... its line of retreat prepared and followed in good care and in good time ... the soul of the housecat knows the presence of evil and its danger and almost always takes its angled retreat ... but leave her with her claws ... she uses them too ... she's a master of comfort and a connoisseur of affection ... contrary to canard she's rarely unpredictable ... you can count on the housecat once you know her nature ... she will not turn against you ... you may fail her but she cannot be disappointed ... you may leave her ... again she may protest ... again it will be personal ... for that's what she is ... a proper blend of intellect and will without a thumb or an abstract word ... she's living well within her means ... who can say how she'll end ... as little as your end ... whether or not you'll meet again