The catte is... in youth swyfte, plyante and merry and lepeth and reseth on all thynge that is before him, and is led by a strawe and playeth therwith. And is a righy hevy beast in age, and ful slepy, and lieth slily in wait for myce... and when he taketh a mouse he playeth therwith, and eateth him after the play... and he maketh a rutheful noyse and gustful when one proffereth to fyghte with another.

-Bartholomew Glanvil

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