Once a Persian king named Cambyses was fighting against the Egyptians.  Knowing how cats were cherished by his enemies, Cambyses gave to each of his soldiers a cat to carry, instead of a shield.  Not one of the Egyptian soldiers would hurt a cat, and so the Persian army was safe.

Probably the first cats lived in Egypt, and though they are no longer worshiped in that country, they are protected and cared for.  In the city of Cairo is a cats’ hospital, where sick cats are nursed, and where stray or homeless cats may come every day for their dinner.

When the Romans conquered Syria and Palestine, they found in nearly every house a kato or kitt.  From these eastern names we get our words cat and kitten.  The Romans were so much pleased with the little animals that kitts soon were carried to Italy and western Europe.

The Roman goddess of Liberty was pictured with a cat lying at her feet.  It is quite true that it is easier to make a slave of any other animal than it is of a cat.  Your cat will love you, in his own way, but he holds himself free to do as he likes.

Cats, as well as dogs, have been the pets of great men.  The Arabian teacher Mahomet; the founder of the Mohammedan religion, was very fond of cats.  One day his pet kitten went to sleep upon the wide sleeve of his robe, and he cut off the sleeve rather than disturb the comfortable pussy.

Richelieu, the great French statesman, kept several kittens in his house to amuse him when tired and discouraged.  As kittens will grow into cats, Richelieu must have changed his friends often.

Cowper, the English poet, mentions his favorite cat in more than one of his poems.  The famous Dr. Johnson had a cat named Hodge, who was treated with the greatest kindness.  When Hodge was not well, the doctor would go out himself to buy oysters, lest the trouble of waiting upon so dainty a pet should cause it to be disliked by the servant.

Charles Dickens’s favorite cat was old and deaf, but she had a warm corner in her master’s heart.  One evening he was so busy reading that he did not notice her when she jumped into his lap.  Pussy’s feelings were hurt.  She purred gently, but the reader did not seem to hear.  Suddenly the candle went out.  Dickens lighted it again to go on with his reading.  In a minute the light grew dim again, and, looking up, he saw the cat putting out the candle with her paw.  Then she looked at him in such a pleading way that he laid down his book for the rest of the evening.

Perhaps the most famous American cat was Agrippina, who belonged to Miss Agnes Repplier of Philadelphia.  She is famous because of the charming essay which her mistress wrote in her honor.

Madame Henrietta Ronner is known as one of the most successful painters of cats and kittens.  Her pictures are wonderful reproductions of cat life.  Mrs. Olive Thorne Miller says:  “We may safely assume that Madame Ronner is a cat lover, for no one really knows a cat who does not love him.”