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Thomas Bewick’s Cat

May 16, 2020
by the gentle author

When I acquired my volumes of Thomas Bewick’s History of British Birds, I also managed to obtain a copy of his General History of Quadrupeds from 1824 in the Spitalfields Market and – of course – I turned first to his entry upon the domestic cat, from which I publish these excerpts below.

To describe an animal so well known might seem a superfluous task – we shall only, therefore, select some of its peculiarities as are least obvious and may have escaped the notice of inattentive observers.

It is generally remarked that Cats can see in the dark, but though this is not absolutely the case, yet it is certain that they can see with much less light than other animals, owing to the peculiar structure of their eyes – the pupils of which are capable of being contracted or dilated in proportion to the degree of light by which they are affected. The pupil of the Cat, during the day, is perpetually contracted and it is with difficulty that it can see in strong light, but in the twilight the pupil regains its natural roundness, the animal enjoys perfect vision and takes advantage of this superiority to discover and surprise its prey.

The cry of the Cat is loud, piercing and clamorous, and whether expressive of anger or of love is equally violent and hideous. Its call may be heard at a great distance and is so well known to the whole fraternity that, on some occasions, several hundred Cats have been brought together from different parts. Invited by the piercing cries of distress from a suffering fellow creature, they assemble in crowds and with loud squalls and yells express their horrid sympathies. They frequently tear the miserable object to pieces and, with the most blind and furious rage, fall upon each other, killing and wounding indiscriminately, till there is scarcely one left. These terrible conflicts happen only in the night.

The Cat is particularly averse to water, cold and bad smells. It is fond of certain perfumes but is more particularly attracted by the smell of valerian and cat mint – it rubs itself against them and if not prevented will infallibly destroy them.

Though extremely useful in destroying the vermin that infest our houses, the Cat seems little attached to the persons of those who afford it protection. It appears to be under no subjection and acts only for itself.

All its views are confined to the place where it has been brought up. If carried elsewhere, it seems lost and bewildered, and frequently takes the first opportunity of escaping to its former haunts. Frequent instances are recollected of Cats having returned to the place from whence they have been carried, though at many miles distance, and even across rivers, where they could not possibly have any knowledge of the road or the situation that would apparently lead them to it.

In the time of Hoel the Good, King of Wales, who died in the year 948, laws were made to fix the different prices of animals, among which the Cat was included as being at that period of great importance on account if its scarceness and utility. The price of a kitten was fixed at one penny, till proof could be given of its having caught a mouse twopence, after which it was rated as fourpence which was a great sum in those days.

If anyone should steal or kill the Cat that guarded the Prince’s granary, he was either to forfeit a milk ewe, or her fleece and lamb, or as much wheat as when poured on the Cat suspended by its tail would form a heap high enough to cover the tip of the former.

Hence we may conclude that Cats were not originally native of these islands, and from the great care taken to improve and preserve the breed of this prolific creature, we may suppose, were but little known in that period. Whatever credit we may allow to the circumstances of the well known story of Whittington and his Cat, it is another proof of the great value set upon this animal in former times.

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8 Responses leave one →
  1. Jill Wilson permalink
    May 16, 2020

    Any blog in praise of cats is always a great read, including this one. They are endlessly fascinating creatures, and one of the benefits of the lockdown has been able to spend more quality time with my beloved puss (even though she can be a bit annoying when she his ‘helping’ with my creative work…)
    I have just followed the link to Christopher Smart and his cat Jeoffrey which contains the perfect line about his cat:
    “For every house is incomplete without him”.
    How very true!

  2. May 16, 2020

    Thank you, G.A. How is Schrödinger coping with the quarantine?

  3. May 16, 2020

    Thomas Bewick + Cats = a great post.

    Stay safe, all.

  4. paul loften permalink
    May 16, 2020

    Thank you so much for this history. Reading about king Hoel the good, it has confirmed my suspicion that both my cats have great value and were descended from the fourpenny variety. Personally I would not have accepted a milk ewe or her fleece and lamb as compensation for such a heinous act and would have taken the matter further

  5. May 16, 2020

    Greetings from Boston,

    GA, while I am not a “cat person,” I enjoy this poem that my middle school students examined in detail. It had been on a state test the previous year. The poem evoked all kinds of responses about the behavior and uniqueness of “their cat.”

    On A Night of Snow

    Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986)

    Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow.
    You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
    little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
    Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
    See how the flames are leaping and hissing low,
    I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
    so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet –
    stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow.

    Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
    strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
    and more than cats move, lit by our eyes green light,
    on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar –
    Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
    and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!

  6. May 16, 2020

    Nice Old Puss! Thank You!!!????

  7. May 16, 2020

    Well I disagree. Worcester’s my Siamese Cat was very highly intelligent.. He

    understood everything…..

  8. May 20, 2020

    One of my ancestors (John Carr) was in one of Bewick’s vignettes in his book of British birds. the vignettes were humorous drawings in the corner of the pages. John Carr was a piss carrier. A serious job – There was more money from selling the urine (for the manufacture of explosives) from a pub than you made from selling the beer.

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