A dead cat feels no cold.

A dead cat feels no cold.

A dead cat feels no cold.

A dead cat feels no cold. No life, no pain, nor reproach.

A dog hath a day. Heywood. In Essex folks add: And a cat has two Sundays. Why?

The shape of a good greyhound:

A head like a snake, a neck like a drake, A back like a beam, sided like a bream, A foot like a cat, a tail like a rat.