I painted some cats yesterday. Now I remember reading a Neil Gaiman story in high school called “The Price.” What I especially remember is this:
That cat, my wife had said, when he first arrived, is a person. And there was something very person-like in his huge, leonine face: his broad black nose, his greenish yellow eyes, his fanged but amiable mouth (still leaking amber pus from the right lower lip.)
Cats freak me out a little, to be honest.