He was a notable purrer; never had there been an Ingleside cat who purred so constantly and so ecstatically.
"The only thing I envy a cat is its purr," remarked Dr.Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody.

"It is the most contented sound in the world." Doc was very handsome; his every movement was grace; his poses magnificent.

When he folded his long, dusky-ringed tail about his feet and sat him down on the veranda to gaze steadily into space for long intervals the Blythes felt that an Egyptian sphinx could not have made a more fitting Deity of the Portal.
When the Mr.Hyde mood came upon him--which it invariably did before rain, or wind--he was a wild thing with changed eyes.

The transformation always came suddenly.

He would spring fiercely from a reverie with a savage snarl and bite at any restraining or caressing hand.