A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all…much of the magic of the heather beds would vanish if, as we bent over them, there was no chance that we might hear a faint rustle among the blossoms, and find ourselves staring into a pair of sleepy green eyes

A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all…much of the magic of the heather beds would vanish if, as we bent over them, there was no chance that we might hear a faint rustle among the blossoms, and find ourselves staring into a pair of sleepy green eyes. (Beverley Nichols, Garden Open Tomorrow)