will kill mice, and he will be kind to babies when he is in the
house, just as long
as they do not pull his tail too hard.
But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets
up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all
places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or
up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail
and walking by his wild lone."
- Rudyard Kipling
R.I.P. Harley, 1995-2011