Further Chronicles of Avonlea

Max always blesses the animal when it is referred to; and I don't deny that things have worked together for good after all. But when I think of the anguish of mind which Ismay and I underwent on account of that abominable cat it is not a blessing that arises uppermost in my thoughts. I never was fond of cats although I admit they are well enough in their place and I can worry along comfortably with a nice matronly old tabby who can take care of herself and be of some use in the world. As for Ismay she hates cats and always did. But Aunt Cynthia who adored them never could bring herself to understand that any one could possibly dislike them. She firmly believed that Ismay and I really liked cats deep down in our hearts but that owing to some perverse twist in our moral natures we would not own up to it but willfully persisted in declaring we didn't.