I admit I am a complete fool about cats, who, for some reason I don’t understand, fail to return my admiration. I will wait minutes for cars to pass so that I can cross the road to address a black and white cat at ease in sunshine on a low wall, either to watch the tip of a frightened tail disappear under a neighboring gate or to be met with the most violent cat curses or, while my hand moves gently over the smooth shining fur, to be bitten or scratched or attacked in both ways at the same time. It makes no difference: I continue my journey with my respect increased. After all, the wisest men of one of the oldest civilizations worshipped the noble cat so why should I be ashamed of following their example
I have sometimes stayed long enough in one place to be owned by a cat and it is on those occasions that I at last feel sympathy with parents who cannot control their children. I have the firmest belief in discipline, especially for the cat who adopts me and is kind
A. The cat is carried out complaining bitterly.
B. She walks out intensely angry.
C. She keeps trying to come straight in again.
D. Once outside she starts making a noise so that she is readmitted.
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