Eyes So Transparent That Through Them The

Art Is Beauty, The Perpetual Invention Of Detail, The Choice Of Words, The Exquisite Care Of Execution.

The Cat Makes Himself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Solitude, Melancholy And Toil.

[a Cat] Will Lie The Whole Evening On Your Knee, Purring And Happy In Your Society.

Whatever May Have Been Said Of The Satiety Of Pleasure And Of The Disgust Which Usually Follows Passion, Any Man Who Has Anything Of A Heart And Who Is Not Wretchedly And Hopelessly Blasé Feels His Love Increased By His Happiness, And Very Often The Best Way To Retain A Lover Ready To Leave Is To Give One's Self Up To Him Without Reserve.

[a Cat] Will Make Itself The Companion Of Your Hours Of Work, Of Loneliness, Or Of Sadness.