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  1. One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer.

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  2. Feb 19, 2012 · Images. An illustration of a ... The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0 Topics ... For users with print-disabilities. download 1 file

  3. While the narrator perceives a positive outlook towards the black cat, his wife alludes to ancient notions of witches and associates the cat as a witch in disguise. — Arianna Fernandes Horror is a thematic idea so imminent within the passage as a whole just because of the fact that the subject, as well as the reader, associates the household events solely with horror, and horror only.

  4. Dec 17, 2014 · One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts. ~ about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he inflicted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me.

  5. Months went by, and I could not drive the thought of the cat out of my mind. One night I sat in the inn, drinking, as usual. In the cor-ner I saw a dark object that I had not seen before. I went over to see what it could be. It was a cat, a cat almost exactly like Pluto. I touched it with my hand and petted it, passing my hand softly along its ...

  6. Jan 12, 2016 · Janet was the daughter of the poet John Addington Symonds (1840-93). 9. Charles Baudelaire, ‘ Cats ‘. Like the Pangur Bán poem, Baudelaire’s ‘Cats’ brings scholars and cats together. The description of ‘giant sphinxes stretched in depths of solitude’ is a nice description of our aloof feline companions. 10.

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  8. The black cat yawns, Opens her jaws, Stretches her legs, And shows her claws. Then she gets up And stands on four Long stiff legs And yawns some more. She shows her sharp teeth, She stretches her lip, Her slice of a tongue Turns up at the tip. Lifting herself On her delicate toes, She arches her back As high as it goes. She lets herself down ...