Concerning Cats - My Own and Some Others #251067

Girls, this is not right. Everything is all upset here and a' the world's gang agley.' Why don't you fix it? She was the politest creature, too. That was the reason of her name. In her youth she was christened Pansy; then Cleopatra, Susan, Lady Jane Grey and the Duchess. But her manners were so punctiliously perfect, and she was such a pretty lady always and everywhere; moreover she had such a habit of sitting with her hands folded politely across her gentle, lace-vandyked bosom that the only sobriquet that ever clung was the one that expressed herself the most perfectly. She was in every sense a Pretty Lady. For years she ate with us at the table. Her Chair was placed next to mine, and no matter where she was or how soundly she had been sleeping, when the dinner bell rang she was the first to get to her seat. Then she sat patiently until I fixed a dainty meal in a saucer and placed it in the Chair beside her, when she ate it in the same well bred way she did everything.