Yet Solomon in all his glory slept not on softer cushions, or feasted more fully on fat things.
Joseph and the Sarah-cat arrived by express in separate boxes.

After they had been released and fed, Joseph selected the cushion and corner which appealed to him, and the Sarah-cat gravely sat herself down before the fire and proceeded to wash her face.

She was a large, sleek, gray-and-white cat, with an enormous dignity which was not at all impaired by any consciousness of her plebian origin.

She had been given to Aunt Jamesina by her washerwoman.
"Her name was Sarah, so my husband always called puss the Sarah-cat," explained Aunt Jamesina.

"She is eight years old, and a remarkable mouser.