That too is, I take it, impossible.

By the way, have you any strange pets here in the house; anything of an exceptional kind, such as a tiger-cat or anything out of the common ?" Miss Trelawny smiled a sad smile which made my heart ache, as she made answer: "Oh no! Father does not like animals about the house, unless they are dead and mummied." This was said with a touch of bitterness--or jealousy, I could hardly tell which.

"Even my poor kitten was only allowed in the house on sufferance; and though he is the dearest and best-conducted cat in the world, he is now on a sort of parole, and is not allowed into this room." As she was speaking a faint rattling of the door handle was heard.
Instantly Miss Trelawny's face brightened.

She sprang up and went over to the door, saying as she went: "There he is! That is my Silvio.

He stands on his hind legs and rattles the door handle when he wants to come into a room." She opened the door, speaking to the cat as though he were a baby: "Did him want his movver?
Come then; but he must stay with her!" She lifted the cat, and came back with him in her arms.