Bruce Grant

“ David picked up his book.
"Cats are very intelligent animals," Myra continued, half aloud. "They know instantly when they are not wanted. If anyone in a household hates cat, there is no need of that person speaking gruffly or striking the cat. The cat will know. Cats have powers of divination which are denied most humans. They are such sensitive creatures. They respond to the least touch, the least kind thought. ”

“ He picked up the small, leather-bound book. He read:
"THE SNOWSTORM.
"Against the pane the snow flakes press
Like dainty kitten paws.
Outside the chill wind stings and cuts,
Like angry kitten claws." ”

“ They never know when their masters are going to turn against them, or at least ignore them."
"People treat cats that way because cats are good for nothing," David put in, "Cats enter your home, eat your food, roll up on your bed, and do nothing. Rat traps are better for catching rats and mice. You don't need cats in the scheme of things. They are worthless."
"Yes," added Myra softly, in a passionless voice. "A woman comes into your home, and eats your food, and spends your money, and curls up on your bed. A cook and a housekeeper can do better work than she." ”