The Book of Cats

One day, ever so long ago, it struck me that I should like to try and write a book about Cats. I mentioned the idea to some of my friends: the first burst out laughing at the end of my opening sentence, so I refrained from entering into further details. The second said there were a hundred books about Cats already. The third said, ?Nobody would read it,? and added, ?Besides, what do you know of the subject?? and before I had time to begin to tell him, said he expected it was very little. ?Why not Dogs?? asked one friend of mine, hitting upon the notion as though by inspiration. ?Or Horses,? said some one else; ?or Pigs; or, look here, this is the finest notion of all:?