At the door he met Eliza coming in with eggs。 Eliza observed 〃Ugh！〃 and sat down on the floor； the eggs took up different positions about the carpet； where they spread themselves out； and Gustavus Adolphus left the room。 I called after him； strongly advising him to go straight downstairs and not let me see him again for the next hour or so； and he seeming to agree with me； dodged the coal…scoop and went； while I returned； dried myself and finished breakfast。 I made sure that he had gone in to the yard； but when I looked into the passage ten minutes later he was sitting at the top of the stairs。 I ordered him down at once； but he only barked and jumped about； so I went to see what was the matter。
It was Tittums。 She was sitting on the top stair but one and wouldn't let him pass。
Tittums is our kitten。 She is about the size of a penny roll。 Her back was up and she was swearing like a medical student。
She does swear fearfully。 I do a little that way myself sometimes； but I am a mere amateur compared with her。 To tell you the truthmind； this is strictly between ourselves； please； I shouldn't like your wife to know I said itthe women folk don't understand these things； but between you and me； you know； I think it does at man good to swear。 Swearing is the safety…valve through which the bad temper that might otherwise do serious internal injury to his mental mechanism escapes in harmless vaporing。 When a man has said： 〃Bless you； my dear； sweet sir。 What the sun； moon； and stars made you so careless （if I may be permitted the expression） as to allow your light and delicate foot to descend upon my corn with so much force？ Is it that you are physically incapable of comprehending the direction in which you are proceeding？ you nice； clever young manyou！〃 or words to that effect； he feels better。 Swearing has the same soothing effect upon our angry passions that smashing the furniture or slamming the doors is so well known to exercise； added to which it is much cheaper。 Swearing clears a man out like a pen'orth of gunpowder does the wash…house chimney。 An occasional explosion is good for both。 I rather distrust a man who never swears； or savagely kicks the foot…stool； or pokes the fire with unnecessary violence。 Without some outlet； the anger caused by the ever…occurring troubles of life is apt to rankle and fester within。 The petty annoyance； instead of being thrown from us； sits down beside us and becomes a sorrow； and the little offense is brooded over till； in the hot…bed of rumination； it grows into a great injury； under whose poisonous shadow springs up hatred and revenge。
Swearing relieves the feelingsthat is what swearing does。 I explained this to my aunt on one occasion； but it didn't answer with her。 She said I had no business to have such feelings。
That is what I told Tittums。 I told her she ought to be ashamed of herself； brought up in at Christian family as she was； too。 I don't so much mind hearing an old cat swear； but I can't bear to see a mere kitten give way to it。 It seems sad in one so young。
I put Tittums in my pocket and returned to my desk。 I forgot her for the moment； and when I looked I found that she had squirmed out of my pocket on to the table and was trying to swallow the pen； then she put her leg into the ink…pot and upset it； then she licked her leg； then she swore againat me this time。
I put her down on the floor； and there Tim began rowing with her。 I do wish Tim would mind his own business。 It was no concern of his what she had been doing。 Besides； he is not a saint himself。 He is only a two…year…old fox…terrier； and he interferes with everything and gives himself the airs of a gray…headed Scotch collie。
Tittums' mother has come in and Tim has got his nose scratched； for which I am remarkably glad。 I have put them all three out in the passage； where they are fighting at the present moment。 I'm in a mess with the ink and in a thundering bad temper； and if anything more in the cat or dog line comes fooling about me this morning； it had better bring its own funeral contractor with it。
Yet； in general； I like cats and dogs very much indeed。 What jolly chaps they are！ They are much superior to human beings as companions。 They do not quarrel or argue with you。 They never talk about themselves but listen to you while you talk about yourself； and keep up an appearance of being interested in the conversation。 They never make stupid remarks。 They never observe to Miss Brown across a dinner…table that they always understood she was very sweet on Mr。 Jones （who has just married Miss Robinson）。 They never mistake your wife's cousin for her husband and fancy that you are the father…in…law。 And they never ask a young author with fourteen tragedies； sixteen comedies； seven farces； and a couple of burlesques in his desk why he doesn't write a play。
They never say unkind things。 They never tell us of our faults； 〃merely for our own good。〃 They do not at inconvenient moments mildly remind us of our past follies and mistakes。 They do not say； 〃Oh； yes； a lot of use you are if you are ever really wanted〃sarcastic like。 They never inform us； like our _inamoratas_ sometimes do； that we are not nearly so nice as we used to be。 We are always the same to them。
They are always glad to see us。 They are with us in all our humors。 They are merry when we are glad； sober when we feel solemn； and sad when we are sorrowful。
〃Halloo！ happy and want a lark？ Right you are； I'm your man。 Here I am； frisking round you； leaping； barking； pirouetting； ready for any amount of fun and mischief。 Look at my eyes if you doubt me。 What shall it be？ A romp in the drawing…room and never mind the furniture； or a scamper in the fresh； cool air； a scud across the fields and down the hill； and won't we let old Gaffer Goggles' geese know what time o' day it is； neither！ Whoop！ come along。〃
Or you'd like to be quiet and think。 Very well。 Pussy can sit on the arm of the chair and purr； and Montmorency will curl himself up on the rug and blink at the fire； yet keeping one eye on you the while； in case you are seized with any sudden desire in the direction of rats。
And when we bury our face in our hands and wish we had never been born； they don't sit up very straight and observe that we have brought it all upon ourselves。 They don't even hope it will be a warning to us。 But they come up softly and shove their heads against us。 If it is a cat she stands on your shoulder； rumples your hair； and says； 〃Lor；' I am sorry for you； old man；〃 as plain as words can speak； and if it is a dog he looks up at you with his big； true eyes and says with them； 〃Well you've always got me； you know。 We'll go through the world together and always stand by each other； won't we？〃
He is very imprudent； a dog is。 He never makes it his business to inquire whether you are in the right or in the wrong； never bothers as to whether you are going up or down upon life's ladder； never asks whether you are rich or poor； silly or wise； sinner or saint。 You are his pal。 That is enough for him； and come luck or misfortune； good repute or bad； honor or shame； he is going to stick to you； to comfort you； guard you； and give his life for you if need befoolish； brainless； soulless dog！
Ah！ old stanch friend； with your deep； clear eyes and bright； quick glances； that take in all one has to say before one has time to speak it； do you know you are only an animal and have no mind？ Do you know that that dull…eyed； gin…sodden lout leaning against the post out there is immeasurably your intellectual superior？ Do you know that every little…minded； selfish scoundrel who lives by cheating and tricking； who never did a gentle deed or said a kind word； who never had a thought that was not mean and low or a desire that was not base； whose every action is a fraud； whose every utterance is a liedo you know that these crawling skulks （and there are millions of them in the world）； do you know they are all as much superior to you as the sun is superior to rushlight you honorable； brave…hearted； unselfish brute？ They are MEN； you know； and MEN are the greatest； and noblest； and wisest； and best beings in the whole vast eternal universe。 Any man will tell you that。
Yes； poor doggie； you are very stupid； very stupid indeed； compared with us clever men； who understand all about politics and philosophy； and who know everything； in short； except what we are and where we came from and whither we are going； and what everything outside this tiny world and most things in it are。
Never mind； though； pussy and doggie； we like you both all the better for your being stupid。 We all like stupid things。 Men can't bear clever women； and a woman's ideal man is some one she can call a 〃dear old stupid。〃 It is so pleasant to come across people more stupid than ourselves。 We love them at once for being so。 The world must be rather a rough place for clever people。 Ordinary folk dislike them； and as for themselves； they hate each other most cordially。
But there； the clever people are such a very insignificant minority that it really doesn't much matter if they are unhappy。 So long as the foolish people can be made comfortable the world； as a whole； will get on tolerably well。
Cats have the credit of being more worldly wise than dogsof looking more after their own interests and being less blindly devoted to those of their friends。 And we men and women are naturally shocked at such selfishness。 Cats certainly do love a family that has a carpet in the kitchen more than a family that has not； and if there are many children about； they prefer to spend their leisure time next door。 But； taken altogether； cats are libeled。 Make a friend of one； and she will stick to you through thick and thin。 All the cats that I have had have been most firm comrades。 I had a cat once that used to follow me about everywhere； until it even got quite embarrassing； and I had to beg her； as a personal favor； not to accompany me any further down the High Street。 She used to sit up for me when I was late home and meet me in the passage。 It made me feel quite like a married man； except that she never asked where I had been and then didn't believe me wh