“I left Howard sitting at my desk in the study, with the kitten curled up happily in his lap. The kitten, a part-Angora, was an unusually independent, self-centered, cold- blooded member of his tribe, but had yielded to Howard’s blandishments in spite of the fact that it had been referred to as “a member of the Felidae.”
About half past six in the morning, before going down to breakfast, I poked my head in the study door. There sat Howard, in the same pose in which I had left him six hours before, eyes heavy but head unbowed, with the kitty apparently unmoved.
“Good Lord!” I exclaimed, “haven’t you been to bed?”
“No,” said Howard, “I didn’t want to disturb kitty.”- W. Paul Cook, In Memoriam: Howard Phillips Lovecraft
