Tamara de Lempicka Adam and Eve painting

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don't know," she said, suddenly embarrassed. "Kindness, courtesy, good works, that sort of thing. A good sense of h." A small copper-and-ashes cat with a crooked ear jumped into her lap, purring thunderously and leaning against her hand. Hoping to change the subject, she asked, "What about your horse? What was funny?"
But Prince Lir was staring at the little cat with the crooked ear. "Where did he come from? Is he yours?"
"No," Molly said. "I just feed him, and hold him sometimes." She stroked the cat's thin throat, and it closed its eyes. "I thought he lived here."
The prince shook his head. "My father hates cats. He says that there is no such thing as a cat—it is just a shape that all manner of imps, hobs, and devilkins like to put on, to gain easy of men. He would kill it if he knew you had it here."
"What about the horse?" Molly asked.