To Klara's delight, her musician sweetheart is also a cat lover.
“My grandfather is a keeper of cats,” Akos
spoke into the silence. “Ever since I was small, I’ve always had one of my own.
Actually,” he said with a smile, “as you perhaps know, a better description of
the situation might be that I belong to the cat.”
Klara smiled. His interest in Satz was not
feigned.
“And what is your cat like?”
“In my case, I am owned by a queen cat, a
lady of many colors. Her name is Zuzanna. She is a good mother and a fine mouser.”
“What happens to all the kittens?” Klara knew
that was another thing Max hated about cats, their fertility.
“Zuzanna is populating the Prince’s palace
thoroughly, but her kittens are beautiful and find homes.”
“Fortunate for them,” said Klara. She knew
that surplus kittens were generally given to servants to drown. She’d be hard
pressed to give such an order herself.
“Cats are discriminating about whose life
they enter. If a cat trusts you, it is a great compliment.”
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