Raymond Chandler, master of hardboiled detective fiction, was often featured with his cat in photos, now here's one of his acecdotes (h/t Barbara Bedway).
"Our cat is growing positively tyrannical. If she finds herself
alone anywhere she emits blood curdling yells until somebody comes
running. She sleeps on a table in the service porch and now demands to
be lifted up and down from it. She gets warm milk about eight o’clock at
night and starts yelling for it about 7.30. When she gets it she drinks
a little, goes off and sits under a chair, then comes and yells all
over again for someone to stand beside her while has another go at the
milk. When we have company she looks them over and decides almost
instantly if she likes them. If she does she strolls over and plops down
on the floor far enough away to make it a chore to pet her. If she
doesn’t like them, she sits in the middle of the living room, casts a
contemptuous glance around, and proceeds to wash her backside."
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