Lucy M Montgomery

Further Chronicles of Avonlea Lucy M Montgomery

Max always blesses the animal when it is referred to; and I don't deny that thingshave worked together for good after all. But when I think of the anguish of mindwhich Ismay and I underwent on account of that abominable cat, it is not a blessingthat arises uppermost in my thoughts. I never was fond of cats, although I admit they are well enough in their place, andI can worry along comfortably with a nice, matronly old tabby who can take care ofherself and be of some use in the world. As for Ismay, she hates cats and always did. But Aunt Cynthia, who adored them, never could bring herself to understand thatany one could possibly dislike them. She firmly believed that Ismay and I really likedcats deep down in our hearts, but that, owing to some perverse twist in our moralnatures, we would not own up to it, but willfully persisted in declaring we didn't.