January 27, 1832 is the date Lewis Carroll was born. We might forget how largely cats figure in his work, and we glimpse in the excerpt below a vision of cats and Victorian domesticity, Alice has fallen into a rabbit hole and goes:
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. 'Dinah'll miss me very much tonight...I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear, I wish you were here with me. There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?
End of quote. The glimpse I mean is the emotional tenor of a certain domesticity.
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