How are cats
portrayed in fiction?
Those of you
that visit this blog regularly will have worked out that I’m a bit obsessed by
all things feline. Today I feed that obsession by considering
how cats are portrayed in literature.
A good
starting point is Rudyard Kipling.
He wrote a ‘Just So’ story that
captures the essential qualities of the cat’s character. In ‘The Cat that Walked by Himself’ – the
cat bargains with the woman to drink her milk and sleep by her fire, but in
return will do exactly as he pleases! Those cat lovers amongst you will sympathise with
that scenario!
Stephen King has the same
perception of cats as independent creatures.
“Cats were the gangsters of the animal
world, living outside the law and often dying there. There were a great many of
them who never grew old by the fire.”
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| First edition copy of Pet Sematary |
Pet Sematary
is the story a cat ‘Church’ (Winston Churchill) who is killed in a traffic
accident. He is buried in the sematary/ cemetery of the title, but returns home…
“Sometimes dead is better”
The reaction
of Ellie, that cat’s young owner, to his death, reflects something of the bond
between cat and owner.
“He’s
my cat! He’s not God’s cat! Let God have his own cat! Let God have all the damn
old cats He wants, and kill them all! Church is mine!”
Hilary Mantel in one of my favourite
novels, Wolf Hall, beautifully
describes that gentle pleasure to be had whilst watching a cat. This passage
describes an interaction between the powerful political manipulator, Thomas
Cromwell, and his cat, Marlinspike.
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Portrait of Thomas Cromwell
by Hans Holbein. |
“A
cat may look at a king,” he [Cromwell]
says. He is cradling Marlinspike in his arms, and talking to Thomas Avery, the
boy he’s teaching his trade…
…He puts the cat down, opens the bag.He
fishes up on a finger a string of rosary beads; for show says Avery, and he
says, good boy. Marlinspike leaps on to his desk; he peers into the bag,
dabbing with a paw. “The only mice in there are sugar ones.” The boy [Avery]
pulls the cat’s ears, tussles with him. “We don’t have any little pets in
Master Vaughan’s house.”
In J K Rowling’s novel, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,
the author creates Crookshanks, Hermione Granger’s cat. Her pet is half cat,
half Kneazle with a lion-like appearance and has the distinctive quality of
recognising untrustworthy people (even when transfigured.) Hermione bought
Crookshanks from the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley where he had been
languishing because, ‘Nobody wanted him.’
I love this
interaction between Ron (obviously not a cat person) and Hermione.
Ron: "You bought that
monster?"
Hermione: "He's
gorgeous, isn't he?"
Ron: "Hermione, that thing
nearly scalped me!"
Roald Dahl also tackles the conflict between those for and those against
cats, in his book
, Edward the Conqueror. In
this tale a wife rescues a stray cat from a bonfire and then discovers he appreciates her
piano playing. She becomes convinced that the cat in the reincarnation of the
composer, Franz Liszt, much to the chagrin of her cat-hating husband. The
husband-wife bond is sorely tested when he becomes jealous of the cat and
attempts to dispose of the animal…
Charles Dickens also mentions cats in his novels and several characters, from
Lady Jane, to Mr Jellyby and Mrs Pipchin have feline companions. Perhaps more
chilling are the references to cats finding their way into the human food
chain!
‘Veal pie,'
said Mr. Weller, soliloquizing, as he arranged the eatables on the grass. 'Very good thing is veal pie, when you know
the lady as made it, and is quite sure it ain't kittens … they're so like veal
that the very piemen themselves don't know the difference.'
And:
'I [Sam Weller]
lodged in the same house with a pieman once…make pies out o’anything, he could.
‘What a number o’cats you keep, Mr Brooks,’ says I ‘You must be very fond of
cats’ says I.
‘Other people is,’ says he
a-winkin’ at me…and wispering in my ear, ‘don’t mention this again…but it’s the
seasonin’ as does it,’ says he, a-pointin’ to a very nice little tabby kitten,
‘and I seasons ‘em for beefsteak, weal or kidney, ‘cording to the demand.’
Pickwick Papers
And finally, on a more cheerful note, in my latest release,
Verity's Lie, - our heroine learns something unexpected about the gruff Lord Ryevale:
Verity stepped into a bright hallway that smelt of sweet peas. A jute runner covered the flagstones and
picture frames lined the walls. There
was a lack of fussiness and sense of refined simplicity that appealed to
Verity. Added to that, a plump back cat
came padding along the corridor, mewling for attention.
"Gibbe, you
cheeky boy. I might have known you'd
appear when visitors arrive...making out as if no one feeds you."
The cat made straight
for Lord Ryevale and rubbed around his ankles whilst purring ecstatically. His lordship stooped to rub Gibbe's ears, the
purrs growing ever louder. Seeing this
softer side of Ryevale moved Verity beyond words.
"You like that,
don’t you? Is that the spot?" A
soft light entered Ryevale's eye. Verity
watched wide-eyed as the cat rolled over to display his ample belly whilst Ryevale
clicked his tongue and made gooey noises.
It was Mrs
Featherstone who interrupted this touching scene. "Now Gibbe, leave his lordship
alone. Come into the kitchen and I'll
find you some oysters. Lord Ryevale,
dear, Miss Foster is in the studio. Can
you see yourself up?"
"Indeed." Ryevale glanced around defensively, as if remembering
Verity's presence. "This way, Miss
Verrinder."