Louis Wain was born in London in 1860. He was the eldest of 6 children, and the only boy. Sadly he suffered from a harelip which meant he was teased and bullied at school, as a result of which he often played truant. Maybe that’s what drew him to animals.

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The last thing I would accuse a cat of is innocence.

Edward Paley

1786 – 1847 

When a cat is offended every square centimetre of him is offended. Men and women of power and intellect have been brought to their knees by cats who have turned their backs on them.

A. P. Reilly  

A shivering scrap edges from the cat basket,
and vanishes behind the sofa.
“Poor little soul,” they say,
“Perhaps a little plaice, a little milk.”
“Don’t startle her.”

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