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June 2, 1840


Thomas Hardy was born on June 2, in 1840. He is not famous as a cat lover, but he was one.  In fact Hardy wrote much better poetry about cats, than his lines below which we copy:

...
The steps are a blanched slope
Up which with feeble hope 
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
And we take him in.

The above is from his poem, 'Snow in the Suburbs.'

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