He was certainly a magnificent animal.

A chinchilla grey Persian with long silky hair; a really lordly animal with a haughty bearing despite his gentleness; and with great paws which spread out as he placed them on the ground.
Whilst she was fondling him, he suddenly gave a wriggle like an eel and slipped out of her arms.

He ran across the room and stood opposite a low table on which stood the mummy of an animal, and began to mew and snarl.

Miss Trelawny was after him in an instant and lifted him in her arms, kicking and struggling and wriggling to get away; but not biting or scratching, for evidently he loved his beautiful mistress.

He ceased to make a noise the moment he was in her arms; in a whisper she admonished him: "O you naughty Silvio! You have broken your parole that mother gave for you.