Thief of Time - Cat

The next gallery was full of stuffed animals. There'd been a vogue for it a few centuries before. These weren't the sad old hunting-trophy bears or geriatric tigers whose claws had faced a man armed with nothing more than five crossbows, twenty loaders and a hundred beaters. Some of these animals were arranged in groups. Quite small groups, of quite small animals.
There were frogs, seated around a tiny dining table. There were dogs, dressed in hunting jackets, in pursuit of a fox wearing a cap with feathers in it. There was a monkey playing a banjo.

'Oh, no, it's an entire band,' said Susan in tones of horrified astonishment. 'And just look at the little kittens dancing...'

'Horrible!'

'I wonder what happened when the man who did this met my grandfather.'

'Would he have met your grandfather?'

'Oh, yes,' said Susan. 'Oh, yes. And my grandfather is rather fond of cats.’

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The Thief of Time - p272