Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; London (England) -- Description and travel
better confine your attention to yourself—you will want it all;’ and has
driven his charge away, with an intelligence of ears and tail, and a
knowledge of business, that has left his lout of a man very, very far
behind.
As the dogs of shy neighbourhoods usually betray a slinking consciousness
of being in poor circumstances—for the most part manifested in an aspect
of anxiety, an awkwardness in their play, and a misgiving that somebody
is going to harness them to something, to pick up a living—so the cats of
shy neighbourhoods exhibit a strong tendency to relapse into barbarism.
Not only are they made selfishly ferocious by ruminating on the surplus
population around them, and on the densely crowded state of all the
avenues to cat’s meat; not only is there a moral and politico-economical
haggardness in them, traceable to these reflections; but they evince a
physical deterioration. Their linen is not clean, and is wretchedly got
up; their black turns rusty, like old mourning; they wear very
indifferent fur; and take to the shabbiest cotton velvet, instead of silk
velvet. I am on terms of recognition with several small streets of cats,
about the Obelisk in Saint George’s Fields, and also in the vicinity of
Clerkenwell-green, and also in the back settlements of Drury-lane. In
appearance, they are very like the women among whom they live. They seem
to turn out of their unwholesome beds into the street, without any
preparation. They leave their young families to stagger about the
gutters, unassisted, while they frouzily quarrel and swear and scratch
and spit, at street corners. In particular, I remark that when they are
about to increase their families (an event of frequent recurrence) the
resemblance is strongly expressed in a certain dusty dowdiness,
down-at-heel self-neglect, and general giving up of things. I cannot
honestly report that I have ever seen a feline matron of this class
washing her face when in an interesting condition.
Not to prolong these notes of uncommercial travel among the lower animals
of shy neighbourhoods, by dwelling at length upon the exasperated
moodiness of the tom-cats, and their resemblance in many respects to a
man and a brother, I will come to a close with a word on the fowls of the
same localities.
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