"Yes," he went on, "it is the mummy of a cat; and a very fine one, too.

If it hadn't been a special favourite of some very special person it would never have received so much honour.

See! A painted case and obsidian eyes--just like a human mummy.

It is an extraordinary thing, that knowledge of kind to kind.

Here is a dead cat--that is all; it is perhaps four or five thousand years old--and another cat of another breed, in what is practically another world, is ready to fly at it, just as it would if it were not dead.